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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.
You shoot me but I don't die. You hang me but I don't die. What am I?
What has a head but never weeps a bed but never sleeps can run but never walks and banks but no money?
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 am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?