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I have 24 keys but cannot open any locks. Sometimes loud, sometimes soft. What am I?
I am what bring things together. Without me everything you see would be a total mass or debris everywhere.
There's not a kingdom on the earth I haven't traveled over and over and though I know not whence my birth yet when I come you know my roar. I through the town do take my flight and through the fields and meadows green and whether it be day or night I neither am nor can be seen.
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you. What am I?
I spend the day at the window, go to the table for meals, and hide at night. What am I?
What do people want the least on their hands?