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It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
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.
What has a single eye but cannot see?
Above all things have I been placed Thus have I, a man disgraced. I describe sunlight or lock But after all, I'm just a rock
I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.