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I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever.
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high. Eastern art from ancient time. Name me now and solve this rhyme.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?