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I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, I travel fast in my place, but feet is a feature I lack
What has to be broken before it can be used?
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
It's got twists and turns, but has no curves. Twist it to fix it, turn it to ruin it. What is it?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?