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What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
What force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand.
Left to right Iām quite bright. Right to left I might bite.
The higher I climb, the hotter I engage. I cannot escape from my crystal cage.
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?