Answer:
I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry; On the same spot Iām always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?
I have skin, more eyes than one. I can be very nice when I am done. What am I?
A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
cats and deflation tires make this noise.
I may only be given but never bought. Sinners seek me but saints do not. (one word).
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton