I wane and wax, but never diminish. I have craters, but feel no pain. I influence tides, but have no water of my own. I reflect light, but have no fire within. What am I?

I show you a figment of the picture's whole. I share the pigment with the purest charcoal. I'll come with you wherever you tred, but I'll never go in your stead.

All the printed symbols match The pale skin's rosy glow An overabundant wealth of cash Clean water's washing flow

Cut off my head to see something to scale. Cut out my neck to make me much worse. With neither I'm in borrowed burrows through winter. Constant refilling is my miserable curse.

On the beach, I erase the day's damage and make all things new, In your laundry room, I do the same thing to your clothing, too.