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Lighter than what I am made of, More of me is hidden Than is seen.
I'm a god. I'm a planet. I measure heat.
The more holes you cover the lower it goes.
If you happen to wear one of these warm garments around, you might get doused in red paint.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?