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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. What am I?
You used to come to me for all sorts of information and knowledge before the internet was born
I have a name that's not mine and no one cares about me in their prime. People cry at my sight and lie by me all day and night.
I am a sharp looking horse with a flaxen tail. The longer I run the shorter my tail becomes.
What kind of cheese is made backwards?
Brings the sky a lot closer.