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Everyone has it and no one can lose it, what is it?
What runs around all day. Then lies under the bed. With its tongue hanging out?
My second is performed by my first, and it is thought a thief by the marks of my whole might be caught.
Though I wander the earth, I am no longer here. I am pale and I chill everyone near. Who am I?
What is the heart of many risks, has a heart, but is not a living being?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?