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The root tops the trunk on this backward thing, that grows in the winter and dies in the spring.
Iron roof, glass walls, burns and burns and never falls.
All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
Long legs, crooked thighs, little head, and no eyes.
I know a word of letters three. Add two, and fewer there will be!
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?