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Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.
As a whole, I am both safe and secure. Behead me, I become a place of meeting. Behead me again, I am the partner of ready. Restore me, I become the domain of beasts.
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
Someone walked into a room and you heard a crash! Someone died. What happened?
What is never used unless it's in a tight place?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?