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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. What am I?
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
I come in different colors and shapes. Some parts of me are curvy some are straight. You can put me anywhere you like but there is only one right place for me.
I can wake you up in the morning but I require no electricity or winding. What am I?
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?