I'm stumped, but I need to solve this riddle, any ideas?
Occasionally before marriage, event, or history,
like the horse before the cart, ever before never behind;
I can not stand alone and fall without a word,
Forever one syllable and yet never less than two,
I live to lead but rarely act.
Having no lungs but using both breath and air,
I am sometimes partial to song and rhyme
but I am not a word.
What am I?
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