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My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is within; You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
I am black when I am clean and white when I am dirty?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
Not a burden for its weight and daily carried out, He who takes it wishes it had never come about
What turns from red to black as soon as it touches water?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?