Riddle: 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?
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Riddle: I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me wherever I go. What am I
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Riddle: I move from place to place, a friend to those who need a space. What am I?
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