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The more you have me the less you see. Shine a light on me and I shall flee.
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.
I have a hundred legs but cannot stand. I have a long neck but no head. I cannot see and I help keep your house neat and tidy.
I am always around you but often forgotten. I am pure and clean most of the time, but occasionally rotten. What am I?
I have six faces but not even one body connected 21 eyes in total but cannot see.
Within, I clean all that is bad and is old. I make juice thatβs the color of gold. Should I die, a filter machine would you need assembled to replace me and beans I resemble.