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Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
What has 13 hearts but none beat?
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 holds names and memories which are not its own?
What do angels sing in the shower?