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Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around.
I never was, am always to be. No one ever saw me, nor ever will. And yet I am the confidence of all, To live and breath on this terrestrial ball.
A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
What has wings, but can not fly. Is enclosed, but can outside also lie. Can open itself up, or close itself away. Is the place of kings and queens and doggerel of every means. What is it upon which I stand? Which can lead us to different lands.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?