Answer:
I am a rock group with four members all of whom died in plane crashes. Who am I?
A hole in a pole. Though I fill a hole in white I'm used more by the day and less by the night
What runs around the whole yard without moving?
I have married many women but have never been married. What am I?
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
I will disappear every time you say my name.