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I am alive without breath and cold as death. I am never thirsty but always drinking.
I come with a train and go with a train and the train doesn't need me but can't go without me.
I am a beverage named after a stick.
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?
Fatherless and motherless. I was born without sin. Roared when I came into the world, but I never spoke again. What am I?
What did the baby corn say to its mother?