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When I live I cry, If you don't kill me I'll die.
Five hundred begins it, five hundred ends it. Five in the middle is seen. First of all figures, the first of all letters. Take up their stations between. Join all together, and then you will bring before you the name of an eminent king.
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?