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I have it, I donβt share it. If I share it, I donβt have it. What is it?
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.
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
What liquid can contain the soul?
What's as small as a mouse but guards a house like a lion?
I can only be played on a windy day