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I travel the world and I am drunk constantly. Who am I?
What loses its head every morning only to get it back every night?
Not a comb or a brush but makes the hair feel plush. What is it?
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
I saw the dead bring forth the living. I saw the living bring forth the dead. What did I see?
What gets broken if itβs not kept?