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I can be moved. I can be rolled. But nothing will I hold. I'm red and I'm blue, and I can be other colors too. Having no head, though similar in shape. I have no eyes - yet move all over the place.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinอพ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
When the son of the water returns to the parent, it dies. What is it?
What is red and nailed to a wall?
When Iโm metal or wood, I help you get home. When Iโm flesh and Iโm blood, In the darkness I roam.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.