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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.
Only two backbones and thousands of ribs.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still I run and run.