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Lighter than what I am made of. More of me is hidden than seen. What am I?
If a plane crashes on the border of US and Canada where do they bury the survivors?
My teeth are sharp my back is straight to cut things up it is my fate.
I carry you down a gentle stream.
I'm a god a planet and a measurer of heat. Who am I?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?