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A red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when it is touched.
I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love or tear it down. I can make a smile or bring a frown.
This only turns over once you have traveled very far. What is it?
What measures out time. Until in time all is smashed to it?
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own. What are they?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.