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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.
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What can't you see, hear or feel, until it’s too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
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Though I should be unique, you've made most of us the same. I would be stronger, if my characters were stranger.
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A blue house has blue bricks; a yellow house has a yellow bricks. What is a green house made of?
