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I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
I've got a beautiful beautiful hall all walled in red velvet with all white armchairs made of bone and in the middle a woman dances.
If you lose me you may cause people around you to lose me too.
I am always hungry I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
What force and strength cannot get through, I with my unique teeth can do. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?