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The land was white the seed was black it'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What is it?
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
I have an eye but cannot see, You'll head inside when you see me.
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?