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I like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in, everything becomes tight. What am I?
I'm as simple as a circle worthless as a leader; but when I follow a group their strength increases tenfold. By myself I'm practically nothing.
I rise and fall no matter what, only at finals rest do I not budge. What am I?
I am the black child of a white father a wingless bird flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me even though there is no cause for grief and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.
I have skin, more eyes than one. I can be very nice when I am done. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?