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Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
What flies forever, Rests never?
I have one door and five rooms what am i
My first is a body of water. My second is me. My third came before. My fourth before all three. My fifth sounds like my first. My sixth is in a lake. Put all six together to make an animal that will keep you awake.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?