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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 flies without wings?
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
My first keeps time, my second spends time, my whole tells time.
Stealthy as a shadow in the dead of night, cunning but affectionate if given a bite. Never owned but often loved. At my sport considered cruel, but that's because you never know me at all.
A mysterious, fantastic creature, It has one defining feature, And for humans at their worst, In their eyes it's just a horse