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I need to be taken from you before you can have me.
When I am alive, people sing. When I am dead, people clap hands. What am I?
Born of sorrow, grow with age, you need a lot of me to be a sage. What am I?
Use me if you really want to see inside someone
I am a rock group with four members. All dead one was assassinated.
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?