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My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
A device for finding furniture in the dark.
What hangs others yet can unintentionally hang itself?
My love, when I gaze on thy beautiful face. Careering along, yet always in place, the thought has often come into my mind. If I ever shall see thy glorious behind.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?