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What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size.What are we?
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?