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You cannot keep me until you have given 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?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt my merest touch brings laughter.
There is one in every corner and two in every room.
I am a seed with three letters in my name. Take away the last two and I still sound the same. What am I?
Millions of these are crushed every morning to help people wake up.