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They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
The ones who see it may go blind, Contracting the fool's madness. You have to dig to find it, Crush big stones or mine it. Wash dirt clumps in a pan and wait for it to settle, A shiny, precious metal.
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?