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Sometimes dark and sometimes bright I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call yet mountains I cannot move at all. My face is marred and gray But I'm majestic anyway
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
I am a red drum which sound without being touched and grow silent when I am touched.
What belongs to you but others use it more than you do?
I can generate fear and some say I come out of your ears. I am as quiet as a mouse but not welcomed in the house. What am I?
Break me and I am better immediately set and harder to be broken again.