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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 has 88 keys, but canβt open a single door?
I am commonly ate before I'm born and after I'm dead.
I am a mountain at night meadow at day
I'm sometimes white but most often I'm black. I take you there but never bring you back.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk