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The Titanic is still here.
I have a head and a tail but my eyes can never see my tail.
I come out of the earth, I am sold in the market. The one who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am dead. What am I?
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly in the sky, strong enough to crack rocks. What am I?
I pass before the sun but make no shadow. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?