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Voiceless it cries,Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
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'm flat. You use me everyday. You need me to live. But you give me away everyday. I'm coloured and I have a founding father on me. What am I?
Kills the bad ones and the sad ones. Tightens to fit, so one size fits.
At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?