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I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
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.
I saw a man in white, he looked quite a sight. He was not old, but he stood in the cold. And when he felt the sun, he started to run. Who could he be? Please answer me.
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes. I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
Why is the letter B always cool?
Difficult
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?