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I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
Metal or bone I may be, many teeth I have and always bared. Yet my bite harms no one. And ladies delight in my touch.
There is a creature of God whose body is hardΝΎ it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
It's anything but amusing when this body part gets hit.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?