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I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
I'm flat. You use me everyday. You need me to live. But you give me away everyday. I'm coloured and I have a founding father on me. What am I?
At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.