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You heard me before and then again. Afterward I die, until you call me again. What am I?
Cloud is my mother, wind is my father. What am I?
I shave several times a day, yet I still have a beard. What am I?
Without me everyone would lose their head. What am I?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk