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Feed me and I live, give me drink and I die.
If you break me, I do not stop working. If you touch me, I may be snared. If you lose me, nothing will matter.
Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?
I have four wings but cannot fly. I never laugh and never cry. On the same spot always found, toiling away with little sound.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?