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I was born of mire and muck; Of velvets and of rags. I bear your secrets and share your sweat, Lying patiently in wait. I've never sinned, but still I'm hated- Drowned, beaten, then hanged. But the work is never done; I'll rise again in seven days.
What get wet while drying
Flat as a leaf, round as a ring; Has two eyes, can't see a thing. What is it?
I can travel from there to here by disappearing, and here to there by reappearing.
It happens when something has been cut with H2O.
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