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It belongs to you, but other people use it more than you do. What is it?
What gets broken without being held?
What goes up and down the stairs without moving?
Deep, deep, do they go. Spreading out as they go. Never needing any air. They are sometimes as fine as hair
They're big and yet so far away, We see them at the end of day. They're small and they're above. We see them when we close our eyes, Each time we are in love.
I am a room that has a roof but no walls. What am I?