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My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
Man walks over, and man swims under. In times of war, it can be burned asunder. What is it?
A serpent swam in a silver urn, A golden bird did in its mouth abide, The serpent drank the water, this in turn, Killed the serpent. Then the gold bird died.
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?