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In spring I look gay, Covered in a green array, The warmer it gets the more clothing I wear, As the cold grows, I throw away my clothes.
A man goes out in heavy rain with nothing to protect him from it. His hair doesn't get wet. How does he do that?
A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man.
What is at the end of every rainbow?
What can speak without a tongue and listen without ears?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.