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Two horses, swiftest traveling, harnessed in a pair, and grazing ever in places. Distant from them.
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.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red.
They can float and tickle, but their sound is rarely heard unless you're a pillow or bird. What are they?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?