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My first is in fish but no in snail. My second is in rabbit but no in tail. My third is in up but not in down. My fourth is in tiara but not in crown. My fifth is in tree you plainly see. My whole a food for you and me.
I'm full of holes, yet I'm full of water.
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
What gets closer when you blink?
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?