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Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
Pirates put their booty in it.
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
How can you burn an apple, blueberry, rose and pumpkin without leaving any ashes but retaining the smell of it?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?