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What's black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you're all through with it?
You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
Two in a whole and four in a pair. And six in a trio you see. And eight's a quartet but what you must get. Is the name that fits just one of me?
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?