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Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
What kind of room has no windows or doors?
Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice.
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast and are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, without piercing the skin
I can only be played on a windy day
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What am I?