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You can always see it, but it's too far away to touch. Mountains rest on it, and at sea it surrounds you. What is it?
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
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.
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?