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I'm tall when I'm young and short when I'm old. What am I?
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
I am born in fear raised in truth and I come to my own in deed. When comes a time that I'm called forth I come to serve the cause of need.
I am filled with garb the price is free. Just return what you don't need.
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?