The riddle.

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My mirror image is never that far,

I have five different points like a star,

While I have no mouth that I can employ,

I do make a loud sound when filled with joy.

Have a try,

Who am I?


If you can figure this out you will see the drawing that goes along with the previous poem!! 

(do not expect a good drawing)


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