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What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
Everyone has it and no one can lose it, what is it?
You need a key to receive an answer from me. The answer you'll find is straight from your mind. What is it?
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
You can read it both ways, I wearΝΎ One way it's a number, reversed a snare.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?