We are just like people.
We grow, we get old, we die off.
We come in many different colors.
Black, white, brown.
We come in a army, there are thousands of us, yet we have no war.
But we will still die off over the years.
What am I?
We grow, we get old, we die off.
We come in many different colors.
Black, white, brown.
We come in a army, there are thousands of us, yet we have no war.
But we will still die off over the years.
What am I?
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