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I am an insect and the first part of my name is the name of another insect. What am I?
The person who makes it sells it. The person who buys it never uses it. The person who uses it never sees it. 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.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
What gets wetter as it dries?
I stay where I am when I go off. What am I?