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If you drop me, I'm sure to crack. Give me a smile and I'll always smile back. What am I?
Tear off my skin. I won't cry, but you will. What am I?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
We are little airy creatures all of different voice and features one of us in glass is set. One of us you'll find in jet. Another you may see in tin. And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you should pursue it can never fly from you.
When I am caught I am thrown away. When I escape you itch all day.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.