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At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
What flies forever, Rests never?
I can travel from there to here by disappearing, and here to there by reappearing.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?