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My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute. For my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.