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Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change.
There is an ancient invention. Still used in some parts of the world today. That allows people to see through walls.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?