Poema (rhyme)
"When the Moon fits my left hand
It's getting smaller every night.
When it's getting bigger,
It fits into my right."
Y aquí tenéis una adivinanza (riddle)
It is round and yellow,
It is like a ball of fire.
It rises in the east,
It sets in the west.
What is it?
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