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Once they sailed the sea, now they surf the web
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.
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
I cost no money to use, or conscious effort to take part of. And as far as you can see, there is nothing to me. But without me, you are dead.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?