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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 am I?
I am a mini solar powered computer
I can fall off a building and live, but in water I will die. What am I?
The more it dries, the wetter it becomes. What is it?
I've been argued on my color. Without me you'll die. So many attempts on your life use me so make sure you have many of my White friends.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.