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With head without hair. With mouth without tooth.
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals. And hides at night?
How can you burn an apple, blueberry, rose and pumpkin without leaving any ashes but retaining the smell of it?
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?