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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.
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
You throw away my outside you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside.
I go up and never come down no matter how hard you wish. As I get higher, more wrinkles crawl on to the face. What am I?
I tremble at each breath of air and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.