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One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time we’ll last.
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
I'm a type of pizza that is folded in half before cooking to contain a filling
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
Describes a mysterious region and a stylish pair of shorts.