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Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red.
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
I saw a man in white, he looked quite a sight. He was not old, but he stood in the cold. And when he felt the sun, he started to run. Who could he be? Please answer me.
You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?