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The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind.
Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
What has 4 eyes but can’t see?
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.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?