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Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?

A man who was outside in the rain without an umbrella or hat didn’t get a single hair on his head wet. Why?

Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.

My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.

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