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There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
It happens when something has been cut with H2O.
A red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when it is touched.
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
Which popular cheese is made backwards?