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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.
It's got twists and turns, but has no curves. Twist it to fix it, turn it to ruin it. What is it?
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?
I can be moved. I can be rolled. But nothing will I hold. I'm red and I'm blue, and I can be other colors too. Having no head, though similar in shape. I have no eyes - yet move all over the place.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?