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The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
It can pierce the best armor and make swords crumble with a rub, yet for all its power It can't harm a wooden club.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?