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Even the oldest ones can be described as current, but a little mainstream.
It get wetter and wetter the more it dries
I can be moved. I can be rolled. But nothing will I hold. I'm red and I'm blue, and I can be other colors too. Having no head, though similar in shape. I have no eyes yet move all over the place.
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in an hour?
They made me a mouth, but didn't give me breath. Water gives me life, but the sun brings me death.
Born in the ocean and white as snow. When I fall back to water I disappear without a trace.