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I work when I play and play when I work.
I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand. I have a long neck, but no head. I cannot see. I'm neat and tidy as can be.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
The more of them you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?
What hangs others yet can unintentionally hang itself?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?