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A young man wants to have me but when he has me he no longer wants me. Blade in hand he attacks me and does his best to remove me. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
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.
Before I grow I'm small. When I'm old I grow tall. When I die I give a mighty fall.
You shoot me but I don't die. You hang me but I don't die. What am I?
I am a box who holds keys but not locks. With the right combination I may unlock your soul
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