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Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
Men have one, women two, and when they become family, itβs three. What is it?
Long legs, crooked thighs, little head, and no eyes.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?