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You use a knife to slice my head. And weep beside me when I am dead.
Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red.
We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size.What are we?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.
Whatβs black in the morning, red in the afternoon, and white at night?
What do angels sing in the shower?