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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.
I have roots nobody sees. I am taller than trees. Up up I go but I never grow.
Part carbon, part water, I am poison to the fishes. Many falsely claim my name, I am the pause that refreshes. What am I?
What is the word that even in plain sight remains hidden?
What building has the most stories?
Which popular cheese is made backwards?