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Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
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.
Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not rich, but leave silver in my track.
If you drop me I'm sure to crack. But give me a smile and I'll always smile back.
I can only be played on a windy day
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