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The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land
What is red and nailed to a wall?
The older they are the less wrinkles they have.
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.