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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 save lives on the ground and in the air. What am I?
I am the kind of soda you must not drink. What am I?
No matter how hard you hit me, no matter how much I hurt, I'll always go for a laugh. What am I?
You went into the woods and got me. You sat down to seek me. You brought me home with yourself because you couldn't find me. What am I?
They come to witness the night without being called, a sailor's guide and a poet's tears. They are lost to the sight each day without the hand of a thief.