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I come out of the earth, I am sold in the market. The one who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am dead. What am I?
Adored by few, feared and hated by many. Mistress of the entire universal reason, master in the art of numbers. Some may have solved many of my mysteries, but there are still many of them to find. What am I?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.
What can be heard in court or used to carry briefs?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?