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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.
My first master has four legs, my second master has two. My first I serve in life, my second I serve in death. Tough I am, yet soft beside. Against ladies cheeks I often reside.
What goes around and around the wood, but never goes into the wood?
Although my cow is dead, I still beat herΒ What a racket she makes.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?