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What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
Put into a pit, locked beneath a grate, guarded through the night, yet it still goes out.
My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?