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I start new then become old. Start clean but be one dirty. I usually start big then become little.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I sit in a corner while traveling around the world. What am I?
I have Eighty-eight keys but cannot open a single door.
I can make arrows fly. I can make kites soar. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?