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Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen.
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
We travel much, yet prisoners are, and close confined to boot. Yet with any horse, we will keep the pace, and will always go on foot.
I can move even when you are still. I can be one or many.
What do angels sing in the shower?
Difficult
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?