My voice is tender, my waist is slender,
I'm often invited to play.
Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow,
Or else I have nothing to say.
Who has hands, but cannot hold,
Teeth, but cannot bite,
Feet, but they are cold,
Eyes, but without sight?
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"Man as a whole, Man pitted against the universe, have we seen him at all 'til we see that he is like a hero in a fairy tale?"
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