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When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
A shimmering field that reaches far. Yet it has no tracks, And is crossed without paths.
What is pronounced like one letter, written with three letters. And belongs to all animals?
It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
Why was the cook arrested?