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Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
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.
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
According to the music industry, you can count on a midnight train and the devil to turn up here.
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?