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What can you throw but not catch?
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
What is that which, though black itself, enlightens the world without burning?
Pregnant every time you see her, yet she never will give birth.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?