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At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
I have three hundred cattle, with a single nose cord
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
It is able to speak because it has a hard gone. You know what it is as soon as it has sung. What is it?
What kind of running means walking?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.