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Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
A home of wood in a wooded place, but built not by hand. High above the earthen ground, it holds its pale blue gems. What is it?
What turns from red to black as soon as it touches water?
I can only be played on a windy day