Answer:
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
At night I come without being fetched, and by day I am lost without being stolen. What am I?
You heard me before and then again. Afterward I die until you call me again.
I take off my clothes when you put on your clothes. I put on my clothes when you take off your clothes. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.