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What has thirteen hearts But no body or soul?
Thirty white horses on a red hill, First they champ, Then they stamp, Then they stand still.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale. But I'm always ready to tell a tale.
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.