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What do you fill with empty hands?
I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand. I have a long neck, but no head. I cannot see. I'm neat and tidy as can be.
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
I am a band that does not perform, sing, or act. What am I?