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Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
If you happen to wear one of these warm garments around, you might get doused in red paint.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
A beggar's brother went out to sea and drowned. But the man who drowned had no brother. Who was the beggar to the man who drowned?
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?