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A time when they're green. A time when they're brown. But both of these times, cause me to frown. But just in between, for a very short while. They're perfect and yellow. And cause me to smile.
What do people want the least on their hands?
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?
Large as a mountain, small as a pea, Endlessly swimming in a water-less sea.
Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?