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I have cities without people forests without trees and oceans without water. What am I?
I am shared by goats devils and unicorns.
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
Light hides me and darkness kills me. What am I?
I always have to work with something in my eye.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?