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RIDDLE ME THIS
Violet, indigo, blue and green, yellow, orange and red; these are the colors you have seen after the storm has fled.
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 violin.
Almost everyone sees me without noticing me, For what is beyond is what he or she seeks.
A window.