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The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads them, The mouth tastes them.
A box without hinges, key, or lid yet golden treasure inside is hid. What is it?
It stands on one leg with its heart in its head. What is it?
Alight or in dark, my face is a leer. In a field with my brothers, you’ll find me without bother, For that autumn day is mine.
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