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As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
A house full, a yard full, a chimney full, no one can get a spoonful.
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?