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I have 24 keys but cannot open any locks. Sometimes loud sometimes soft
A young man wants to have me but when he has me he no longer wants me. Blade in hand he attacks me and does his best to remove me. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
I go inside boots and outside shoes.
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
What can you break even if you never pick it up or touch it?
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