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Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
What is that you will break everytime you name it?
Of no use to one, Bliss to two. Men lie for it. The baby’s right,
Left to right I’m quite bright. Right to left I might bite.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?