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White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
I have five letters and people eat me. When you remove my first letter I become a crime. Remove my first two letters and I am an animal. If you remove my first and last letters I'm a form of music
I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
What do you throw out when you need it but put away when you donβt?
Not a burden for its weight and daily carried out, He who takes it wishes it had never come about
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?