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I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
What can be swallowed, but can swallow you?
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?