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I canβt go left I canβt go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high.
First I may be your servant's name. Then your desires I may proclaim. When your mortal life is over, I hold all your wealth within my power. What am I?
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.
Iβm hard as a rock and as light as a feather. Iβm passed on to one another. Poor people need me and rich people have me.
I am wood that is neither hard straight or crooked
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?