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I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
A nut cracker up in a tree.
They can float and tickle, but their sound is rarely heard unless you're a pillow or bird. What are they?
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
I am a band that does not perform, sing, or act. What am I?