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White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
There are millions of me. I am very small but when moving fast I am deadly.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
I have two hands but cannot clap
Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break it, yet a young boy walks off with it.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?