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I have a ring but no fingers. I used to stay still all the time but nowadays I follow you around.
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 reach for the sky but clutch to the ground. Sometimes I leave but I am always around.
Why is it so easy to weigh fish?
In my life I must bare my bloodline I must share.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.