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Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
There are 30 cows and 28 chickens. How many didn't?
What flies forever, Rests never?
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
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.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.