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I go around in circles, but always straight ahead, never complain, no matter where I am led.
I have a name that's not mine and no one cares about me in their prime. People cry at my sight and lie by me all day and night.
We are little airy creatures all of different voice and features one of us in glass is set. One of us you'll find in jet. Another you may see in tin. And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you should pursue it can never fly from you.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
I have a face and two hands, but I have no arms or legs. Six plus seven is one. What am I?
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.