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Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
What's a place you have left but didn't enter?
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
To unravel me you need a simple key, no key that was made by locksmith's hand. But a key that only I will understand.
Known to accessorize with feathers, trumpets, and harps.
I can only be played on a windy day