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I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
Has feathers but can't fly. Rests on legs but can't walk.
What is full of holes, but can still hold a lot of water?
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?