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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.
The more you take of me the more you leave behind.
The 8 of us go forth and not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What am I?
I can climb mountains, cross streams, handle hundreds of feet each day, yet I never move. What am I?
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.
The warmer I am the fresher I am.