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Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
I have three hundred cattle, with a single nose cord
Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
Though I wander the earth, I am no longer here. I am pale and I chill everyone near. Who am I?
In we go, out we go. All around and in a row. Always, always steady flow. When we'll stop, you'll never known. In we go, out we go.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?