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Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
Two in a whole and four in a pair. And six in a trio you see. And eight's a quartet but what you must get. Is the name that fits just one of me?
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
A kind of weather that comes your way, but add a "D" and it will run away
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?