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In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
What is it which builds things up? Lays mountains low? Dries up lakes, and makes things grow? Cares not a whim about your passing? And is like few other things, because it is everlasting?
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
A kind of weather that comes your way, but add a "D" and it will run away
I can only be played on a windy day
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Food
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What am I?