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Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
I always follow my brother but you cannot see me, only him. You cannot hear him but you can hear me. What are we?
What goes further the slower it goes?
What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?