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I canβt go left I canβt go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high.
If there is a bee in my hand, what is in my eye?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
Born in the ocean and white as snow. When I fall back to water, I disappear without a trace. What am I?
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.