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Hoofed frolicking.
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'm popular for Knuzlocks what am i
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
Plow and hoe, reap and sow, What soon does every farmer grow?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?