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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.
A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
At first, I am nothing. Add something to negate. Add again to oppose. Add again to find the time to draw. Add once more to find nobody at all.
A woman shoots her husband, then holds him under water for five minutes. Finally, she hangs him. Five minutes later they enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be?
I have split the one into five. I am the circle that few will spy. I am the path that breaks and gives. I am the bow no man may bend.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.