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There is one in every corner and two in every room.
An open ended barrel I am shaped like a hive. I am filled with the flesh and the flesh is alive.
I go up, let out a load and then go back down. What am I?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.