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At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
It is the great nemesis of the lactose intolerant.
If you have it, you want to share it. If you share it, you don't have it.
I'm full of holes, yet I'm full of water.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.