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Sometimes dark and sometimes bright I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call yet mountains I cannot move at all. My face is marred and gray But I'm majestic anyway
I help you carry your books.
What goes in the water black and comes out red?
To cross the water, I'm the way. For water I'm above, I touch it not and truth to say, I neither swim nor move. What am I?
Can not be bought, Can not be sold, Even if it's made of gold. What is it?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?