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Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
It doesn't live within a house, nor does it live without. Most will use it when they come in, and again when they go out.
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
I am a band that does not perform, sing, or act. What am I?