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Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
When it comes in, From sea to shore, Twenty paces you'll see, No less, no more.
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
Thirty men and ladies two, gathered for a festive doอพ Dressed quite formal, black and whiteอพ soon movement turned to nasty fight.
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
What is the middle of water but is not an island?