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I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
Men have one, women two, and when they become family, itβs three. What is it?
What liquid can contain the soul?
Who is it that rows quickly with four oars, but never comes out from under his own roof?
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?