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I am black and white. I have strings I have keys. I make sound without my lips. I make dough with no flour
I am as hard as metal, yet as flimsy as glass. I shine like a star, yet I am only a rock. What am I?
I lose my head in the morning and regain it back at night. What am I?
I can speak with my hard metal tongue. But I cannot breathe, for I have no lung. What am I?
Although I am still, in families I run. I continue to live on in a living one. As one continues to draw breath, I will not rust. However, when one stops drawing breath, I will become mere dust. What am I?
What gets bigger the more you take away?