Riddle: A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
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Riddle: All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
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Riddle: A red drum that sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when it is touched.
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