White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.

White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.

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Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.

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A great mysterious place that the bold have been known to journey into.

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My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.

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You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.

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Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break it, yet a young boy walks off with it.

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Apr 03, 2026

If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?

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