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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.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
Known to accessorize with feathers, trumpets, and harps.
How can you burn an apple, blueberry, rose and pumpkin without leaving any ashes but retaining the smell of it?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?