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Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played.
Although my cow is dead, I still beat her. What a racket she makes!
They can be harbored, but few hold water. You can nurse them, but only by holding them against someone else. You can carry them, but not with your arms. You can bury them, but not in the earth.
The more of me you take, the more I appear behind you. What am I?