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Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
Green arrows grow out of my sides. I go from yellow to white. My babies fly in the wind. What am I?
I open wide and tight I shut, Sharp am I and paper-cut fingers too, so do take care, I'm good and bad, so best beware.
Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them.
I march before armies, a thousand salute me. My fall can bring victory, but no one would shoot me. The wind is my lover, one-Βlegged am I. Name me and see me at home in the sky.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?