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I ask no questions but receive a lot of answers. What am I?
What has keys but no locks a space but no room and you can enter but can't go in?
The shorter I am the bigger I am.
Part carbon, part water, I am poison to the fishes. Many falsely claim my name, I am the pause that refreshes. What am I?
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.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?