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My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
I don't think or eat or slumber. Or move around or fear thunder. Just like you I look the same but I can't harm you or be your bane.
What flies forever, Rests never?
Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?