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The dirtier I get, the whiter I am. What am I?
Lives in winter, dies in summer, and grows with its roots upward. What is it?
I am known for my natural tuxedo and marching
I know a word of letters three. Add two and fewer there will be. What is the word?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.