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I have leaves on my fruit my fruit is on my leaves.
I must be broken before you can use me. What am I?
Bright as diamonds, loud as thunder, never still, a thing of wonder. What am I?
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?