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Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
What goes in the water black and comes out red?
Hands she has but does not hold. Teeth she has but does not bite. Feet she has but they are cold. Eyes she has but without sight.
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.
Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.