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who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
It regulates our daily movements, but it feels no interest in our lives. It directs us when to come and go, but does not care if we pay attention. What is it?
When liquid splashes me, none seeps through. When I am moved a lot, liquid I spew. When I am hit, color I change. And color, I come in quite a range. What I cover is very complex, and I am very easy to flex.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
What loses its head in the morning and gets it back at night?
Why can't Kevin, who is now living in Canada, not be buried in the USA?