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What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
I spend the day at the window, go to the table for meals, and hide at night. What am I?
Tear me off and scratch my head what once red is now black.
I row quickly with four oars but never comes out from under my own roof.
Flat as a leaf round as a ring. I have two eyes but can't see a thing.
Why can't Kevin, who is now living in Canada, not be buried in the USA?