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You can tumble in it, Roll in it, Burn it, Animals eat it, Used to cover floors, Still used beyond stall doors. Freshens whatever it is placed on, Absorbs whatever is poured into it. What is it?
There is one in every corner and two in every room.
I have joy in bringing two together, but darning my existence! My life hangs by a thread, filled with ups, downs and resistance!
It is hate and has hate in it, but it isnβt hate.
Longer than a decade and shorter than a milennium
I am a rock group with four members. All dead one was assassinated.