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You throw me out when you use me and take me in when you are done.
I spend the day at the window go to the table for meals and hide at night.
With a halo of water and a tongue of wood, stone as skin long I stood. What am I?
I have every color but no gold.
I'm found on Windows yet I am just a decoration. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?