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Born of sorrow, grow with age, you need a lot of me to be a sage. What am I?
What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
If you have me, you want to share me. Once you share me, you won't have me. What am I?
So simple, that I can only point. Yet I guide men all over the world.
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.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?