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Tear me off and scratch my head what once red is now black.
I stink up your breath and fights evil vampires
I'm tall when I'm young and I'm short when I'm old. What am I?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths.
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?