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Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
What turns everything around but does not move?
At first, I am nothing. Add something to negate. Add again to oppose. Add again to find the time to draw. Add once more to find nobody at all.
Creatures of power, creatures of grade, creatures of beauty, creatures of strength. As for their lives, they set everything's pace. For all things must come to live. Under their emerald embraceย Either in their life or in their death.
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?