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Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
Thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.
You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
Large as a mountain, small as a pea, Endlessly swimming in a water-less sea.
What has two hands, a round face, always runs, but stays in place?
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.