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Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
I am black and white. I have strings I have keys. I make sound without my lips. I make dough with no flour
I can point in every direction but can't reach the destination by myself. What am I?
I fly away as soon as you set me loose. People around you may slowly move away once they sense my presence.
I am a path between high natural masses; remove the first letter to get a path between man-made masses.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?