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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.
Without what would everyone lose their head?
I can be found in seconds, minutes and centuries, but not in days, years or decades.
Its days are numbered.
There is 10 birds on a branch, a man shot 5 of them. How many were left?
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.