Câu hỏi:
I come in rolls and sometimes stacks. I can be colored, plain or black. Born from the earth alive and well, then I'm chopped and changed so none can tell. Forced to endure your mistakes. Left with marks all over my clean face. Rocks lose to me I'm told, and I have been used to endure your cold. What am I?
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