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A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
It is the assumed nocturnal symbol of Mr. Wayne. What is it?
I have split the one into five. I am the circle that few will spy. I am the path that breaks and gives. I am the bow no man may bend.
Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more still I stand, the quicker I run.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?