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In my yard there's a bed with no pillows a trunk with no clothes a branch with no leaves. What am I looking at?
I am the state when a person is holding a person inside
I am easy to see but no one likes looking at me. Without me there would be no you. I can make you complain or make you happy. But you almost always take me for-granted.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
The warmer I am the fresher I am.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?