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You turn me over after you have travelled far.
I am an instrument that you can hear but cannot see or touch. What am I?
It's red liquid but not liquid and it's not red. What is it?
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go thought follows close behind.
I can bring tears to your eyes, resurrect the dead, make you smile, and reverse time. I form in an instant, but I last a lifetime. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?