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Each of these ends in a kettle full of precious metal and the double variety is quite awesome
It regulates our daily movements, but it feels no interest in our lives. It directs us when to come and go, but does not care if we pay attention. What is it?
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain. Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?