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I cut through evil like a double edged sword, and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, through battles fought with heart and mind, instead of with my gaze.
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all.
I bubble and laugh and spit water in your face. I am no lady, and I don't wear lace.
What is lighter than what it is made of?
It's like food but water kills it. What is it?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?