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Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
It's been around for millions of years, but is never more than a month old. What is it?
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.
What has four legs during the day; and six or eight during the night?
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?