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The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land.
Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
Soldiers line up spaced with pride. Two long rows lined side by side. One sole unit can decide, if the rows will unite or divide.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
You are having a bad day if 12 peers deem you to be this
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?