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My head bobs lazily in the sun. You think I'm cute for my face is yellow my hair is white and my body is green.
The dirtier I get, the whiter I am. What am I?
I am expelled from you orally with a sound
In the sun I like to play; in the rain I goes away; walk or run I always follow; in the mud I always wallow.
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I am a rock group with four members. All dead one was assassinated.