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I have eighty-eight keys but cannot open a single door? What am I?
Break it and it gets better, immediately set and harder to break again.
Cold head and feet; Round as a ball; Always turning around itself.
Pointing North, South, East, and West it saves the lost and helps the rest. What is it?
It is a symphony of noise, It can produce both grief and joys, It is inspiring and grand, Made by a person or a band.
It is something you will never see again.