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A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
I am a good state, there can be no doubt of itΝΎ But those who are in, entirely are out of it.
Everyone has it and no one can lose it, what is it?
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around
George, Helen, and Steve are drinking coffee. Bert, Karen, and Dave are drinking soda. Is Elizabeth drinking coffee or soda?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?