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My first half is normally made of stone, my second is crazy, and I taste sweet when complete.
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
I scribble forms of the finest letter, And repel elements of the harshest weather. I am an arrow-aimer and a dust-breaker.
All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?