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It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one
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.
A kind of weather that comes your way, but add a "D" and it will run away
There are several different kinds, but the one you pick doesn't do its job. What is it?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?