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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.
Up on high I wave away but not a word can I say.
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face.
What weaves webs as they grow?
What tree that definitely grows does not have a shadow and does not grow fruit?
I have feet on my head
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?