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I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
He has married many women, but has never been married. Who is he?
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.
You can always see it, but it's too far away to touch. Mountains rest on it, and at sea it surrounds you. What is it?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.