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Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
Two little holes in the side of a hill. Just as you come to the cherry-red mill.
Scythe of darkness, Shadow’s light. Guiding eye of thirteenth sight.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.