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Lives without a body, hears without ears, speaks without a mouth, to which the air alone gives birth. What is it?
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
To unravel me you need a simple key, no key that was made by locksmith's hand. But a key that only I will understand.
A great mysterious place that the bold have been known to journey into.
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?