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Tear me off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
I am an instrument you can hear but cannot touch or see. What am I?
What dress does everyone have, but no one wears?
My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
You heard me before and then again. Afterward I die, until you call me again. What am I?
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?