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I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
I'm a type of pizza that is folded in half before cooking to contain a filling
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
Plow and hoe, reap and sow, What soon does every farmer grow?
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
I can only be played on a windy day