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Sometimes dark and sometimes bright, I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call, yet mountains I cannot move at all. What am I?
I am carried by mad animals.
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?
Where did the baseball keep its lemonade?
People buy me to eat but never eat me. What am I?
Both a currency and an antlered male. What is it?