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Who is it that rows quickly with four oars, but never comes out from under his own roof?
Pirates put their booty in it.
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
In the evening I'm long, in the morning I'm smallΝΎ When seen in a ballroom, I'm nothing at all.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?