Answer:
What building has the most stories?
I always run but never walk, I sometimes sing but cannot talk, No head on which a hat to place, You always look me in the face.
A beautiful succession of sounds.
Once you know it exists, it no longer exists. What is it?
Sometimes you feel it weigh a ton. Yet it is nothing, but somehow still there. Makes you uncomfortable around anyone, But speak its name and it's gone.
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.