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All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
What type of paper can you neither read nor write on?
Sometimes black, sometimes white, I have veins but no blood
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?