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Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
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 have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
Used on a diamond and left on a board. It's great for a gymnast his grip to restore. What is it?
According to the music industry, you can count on a midnight train and the devil to turn up here.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?