A couple of riddles
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall, and no man can survive its endless call.
What is it ?
Take one out and scratch my head,
I am now black but once was red.
What am I ?
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 am I ?
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