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Thanks for such treasures as Mariachis, enchiladas and habanero!
In spring I look gay, Covered in a green array, The warmer it gets the more clothing I wear, As the cold grows, I throw away my clothes.
Cycle Cycle Cycle.
It covers you, you lose it every day and you'd die without it.
What is all over a house?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?