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I am always hungry, I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.
They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.