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The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
What can you never get rid of when you lose it?
A big shiny black car nobody wants to be a passenger in.
Old people and owls are said to be this.
It is a symphony of noise, It can produce both grief and joys, It is inspiring and grand, Made by a person or a band.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?