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I spend the day at the window, go to the table for meals, and hide at night. What am I?
I am the noblest musical instrument
I can sizzle like bacon. I am made from an egg. I have plenty of backbone but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions but still remain whole. I can be long like a flagpole yet fit in a hole.
I have a name that's not mine and no one cares about me in their prime. People cry at my sight and lie by me all day and night.
What kind of table can you eat?
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