Answer:
When set loose I fly away. Never so cursed as when I go astray.
I can be found in water but never wet
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony for others I am relief. Who am I?
What has keys but no locks a space but no room and you can enter but can't go in?
I am a pretty one, fluttering in the pale blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?
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