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I am a key that is playful. What am I?
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
I go around and in the house but never touches the house
Cloud is my mother. Wind is my father. I come down but never go up. What am I?
It's what light turns into in the night