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My first is twice in apple but not once in tart. My second is in liver but not in heart. My third is in giant and also in ghost. Whole Iām best when I am roast.
My life can be measured in hours. I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.