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Four leaves I have.
I get thrown in the air and will fall down. I get thrown down and I will rise in the air. What am I?
I am the kind of food monkey likes and people slip on me and fall in cartoons.
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.
One pace to the north. Two paces to the east. Two paces to the south. Two paces to the west. One pace to the north.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?