Answer:
I twist and turn and leaves a loop
I can be repeated but rarely in the same way. I can't be changed but can be rewritten. I can be passed down but should not be forgotten.
I donβt forget!
I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?
In my life I must bare, my bloodline I must share. What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?