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Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
I can only be played on a windy day
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What am I?