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They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
What do you have when you're sitting down that you don't have when you're standing up?
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
Strip the skin under my skin, and my flesh you'll reveal. It tastes sweet and tart, now throw out the peel. What is it?