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In birth I spring forth, in life I unfold. In death I wilt and die, but rebirth restores all.
I'm a long curved fruit that grows in clusters and has soft pulpy flesh and yellow skin when ripe.
Not my sister nor my brother but still the child of my mother and father. Who am I?
What is yours but only used by others?
It is a symphony of noise, It can produce both grief and joys, It is inspiring and grand, Made by a person or a band.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?