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I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.
The more of them you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?
Soldiers line up spaced with pride. Two long rows lined side by side. One sole unit can decide, if the rows will unite or divide.
It flies when it's on and floats coming off.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?