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You cannot keep me until you have given me. What am I?
Everyone has me, but nobody can lose me. What am I?
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?
The more you take away from it the larger it becomes. What is it?
The more there is the less you see.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?