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A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
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.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?