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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.
I may be made of metal bone or wood and have many teeth. My bite hurts no one and the ladies love me.
I shoot but never kills
Four fingers and a thumb, yet flesh and blood I have none. What am I?
I am the beginning of the end and the end of time and space. I am essential to creation and I surround every place.
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?