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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.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is within; You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
It is weightless, you can see it. If you put it in a barrel it will make it lighter?
Although I may have eyes I cannot see. I have a round brown face with lots of acne. What am I?
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