Answer:
Inside a great blue castle lives a shy young maid. She blushes in the morning and comes not out at night.
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red.
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
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