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Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
I move without wings between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind
Lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden than seen. What am I?
I am an English word with three consecutive double letters. What am I?
The more I dry, the wetter I get. What am I?
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.