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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 force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand.
There is a creature of God whose body is hardΝΎ it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
What can you catch but not throw?
All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
What is yellow, looks like the moon and has seeds?