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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 am good at concealing what's real and hide what's true. Sometimes I bring out the courage in you!
What breaks when you say its name?
I am a word of letters three. Add two and fewer there will be. What word am I?
When young I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged I make you gay. When old I am valued more than ever.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk