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Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay
The stack just might be sent all over. Full of what's new, yet it's nearly obsolete.
They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
What dress does everyone have, but no one wears?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?