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What doesn't get any wetter, no matter how much rain falls on it?
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land.
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.
A red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when it is touched.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?