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Every night I'm told what to do and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold
What goes through towns and over hills but never moves?
When young I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged I make you gay. When old I am valued more than ever.
I go from house to house a messenger small and tight. Whether it rains or snows I sleep outside at night.
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?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?