Answer:
What instrument plays from the heart?
What has many keys but cannot open a single lock or door?
Your reflection can be seen here, as long as youβre not moving.
A small hill with seven holes.
Made of ten but two we make, When assembled others quake, Five apart and we are weak, Five together havoc wreak. What are we?
I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?