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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 cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
I am between earth and heaven. What am I?
I am always around you but often forgotten. I am pure and clean most time but occasionally rotten.
Little Nancy Etticote in a white petticoat. With a red nose; the longer she stands the shorter she grows.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?