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What is that which, though black itself, enlightens the world without burning?
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, who am I to Teresa?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?