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It is a symphony of noise, It can produce both grief and joys, It is inspiring and grand, Made by a person or a band.
A stylish winter top that covers your larynx.
They're big and yet so far away, We see them at the end of day. They're small and they're above. We see them when we close our eyes, Each time we are in love.
One strand dangles. Two strands twist. Three or more can fashion this.
Can you think of a crime that is punishable if attempted but not punishable if actually committed?
My days are numbered. What am I?