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What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
Sing me to a baby about to go to sleep.
small land in water.
What gets whiter the dirtier it gets?
I go around in circles but always straight ahead never complain no matter where I am led. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?