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You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice that’s the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
I bubble and laugh and spit water in your face. I am no lady, and I don't wear lace.
What can touch someone once and last them a life time?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?