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Although my cow is dead, I still beat her. What a racket she makes!
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
What has 13 hearts but none beat?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?