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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?
I am constantly overlooked by everyone but everyone has me.
I'm not alive and yet I grow. Just put me next to where it glows. A favorite in summertime best with friends when combined
You find me behind the stars; or in a sixth seventh or third. It takes something round a computer and me to make pie. I am bigger than anything you can think of.
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk