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Flat as a leaf, round as a ring; have two eyes, can't see a thing. 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. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I sit in a corner while travelling around the world.
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony for others I am relief. Who am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.