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My first is in blood and also in battle. My second is in acorn, oak, and apple. My third and fourth are both the same. In the center of sorrow and twice in refrain. My fifth starts eternity ending here. My last is the first of last, Oh Dear.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played.
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.