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When liquid splashes me, none seeps through. When I am moved a lot, liquid I spew. When I am hit, color I change. And color, I come in quite a range. What I cover is very complex, and I am very easy to flex.
I can be moved. I can be rolled. But nothing will I hold. I'm red and I'm blue, and I can be other colors too. Having no head, though similar in shape. I have no eyes - yet move all over the place.
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
If you're stealing honey, be prepared to receive vengeance in this form.
I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
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.