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A skin have I, more eyes than one. I can be very nice when I am done.
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
What can touch someone once and last them a life time?
I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?