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I can be repeated but rarely in the same way. I can't be changed but can be rewritten. I can be passed down, but should not be forgotten. What am I?
Born of sorrow, grows with age, you need a lot to be a sage. What is it?
I have memories, but none of my own. Whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different, it's because you changed me. I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.
What comes once in a minute twice in a moment but never in a thousand years?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?