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.
What has wings, but can not fly.
Is enclosed, but can outside also lie.
Can open itself up, Or close itself away.
Is the place of kings and queens,
And doggerel of every means.
What is it upon which I stand?
Which can lead us to different lands.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?See answer
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