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What is born on the ground but floats to the sky, to be returned back again from the clouds up high?

Round and round I go never stopping in a continuous flow. I hang out with numbers each and every day and nothing ever gets on my way. What am I?

Made of ten but two we make, When assembled others quake, Five apart and we are weak, Five together havoc wreak. What are we?

A setting that proved to be deadly for Abraham Lincoln.

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