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I am what bring things together. Without me everything you see would be a total mass or debris everywhere.
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 saw the dead bring forth the living. I saw the living bring forth the dead. What did I see?
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin, light enough to fly in the sky, strong enough to crack rocks. What am I?
People need me, yet they give me away every day. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?