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If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not big but leave silver in my tracks. What am I?
The more you have me, the less you see. Shine a light on me and I flee. What am I?
Who is the most foreign visitor you could imagine?
I am a red drum which sound without being touched and grow silent when I am touched.
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 am I?
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?