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Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
There is a creature of God whose body is hardΝΎ it does not wish to eat unless you strike its head.
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow and takes its journey to heaven?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.