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I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
Everyone in the world needs me. They generously give me but never take me. What am I?
What runs but never walks has a mouth but never talks has a head but never weeps has a bed but never sleeps?
I am an instrument capable of making numerous sound but cannot be touched or seen.
I am a ship that can be made to ride the greatest waves. I am not built by tool, but built by hearts and minds. What am I?
What do you called a sad coffee?