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I row quickly with four oars but never comes out from under my own roof.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
I am the noblest musical instrument
A necessity to some a treasure to many I'm best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot some like me cold. Some prefer mild some like me bold.
I cannot be bought cannot be sold even if Iām sometimes made of gold.
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