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What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
I follow the orders of only two. I respect the work of only two. I am in constant battles with many, Though one surpassed them all. With forces joined, We created hell, Until our mutual enemy fell. Who am I?
I am two-faced but bear only one. I have no legs but travel widely. Men spill much blood over me. Kings leave their imprint on me. I have greatest power when given away, yet lust for me keeps me locked away.
Who is it that rows quickly with four oars, but never comes out from under his own roof?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?