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I have palms but not on hands, I offer foods from distant lands, When at my peak you’ll see me smoke, I’m famous for my friendly folk, My flowers grow and yet they lay, There’s fire where a man will play. What am I?
Against the sun, I protect your eyes and am often worn on the face of spies. What am I?
I was carried into a dark room, and set on fire. I wept, and then my head was cut off. What am I?
I mean goodbye for South Americans. What am I?
A prickly house a little host contains; The pointed weapons keep back from pains, So he, unarmed, safe in his fort remains.
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