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What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
What has a bell but isn't a church. Is full of air but is not a balloon?
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
Though easy to spot, when allowed to plume, It is hard to see, when held in a room.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?