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My first keeps time, my second spends time, my whole tells time.
Hard to catch, easy to hold. Can't be seen, unless it's cold.
Break it and it is better, immediately set and harder to break again.
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 goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?