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It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
What force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
What is neither inside the house nor outside the house but a necessity for any home?
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 never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?