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White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
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 an eye but cannot see, You'll head inside when you see me.
how many letters are there in the alphabet
Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?