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They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
Not a burden for its weight and daily carried out, He who takes it wishes it had never come about
Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.
You'll see savory dishes in Hong Kong sizzling in these.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.