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Squeeze it and it cries tears. As red as its flesh, but its heart is made of stone.
Strip the skin under my skin, and my flesh you'll reveal. It tastes sweet and tart, now throw out the peel. What is it?
Green but not a lizard, white without being snow, and bearded without being a man.
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?
This orange colored fruit gets its name from its color.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?