I have a bed, but never sleep; I have a head, but never weep; I have a mouth, but never talk; I often run, but cannot walk.

I might be a defect, I might be to blame or a line on the Earth, but the word is the same. What am I?

I have always been associated with a country I don't belong to. I am small but I come in many colors, colors so beautiful they made a bubble burst.

A passage of water connecting the sea, Or what you would be when returning safely. A mind that’s healthy, A sleep that’s top tier, A sensible choice, Tell me, what do you hear?

In the old kingdom, twenty meters I rose. Cursed be the vandals who chopped off my nose. Thankfully my destruction was left incomplete. You can still come and see me: king of man, king of beasts.