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In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
I never was but always will be. No one ever saw me but everyone knows I exist. I give people the motivation to better themselves every day. What am I?
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
What hangs others yet can unintentionally hang itself?
What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?