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This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
What has roots that nobody sees, and is taller than trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows.
I have two hands but cannot clap
I can only be played on a windy day