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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.
You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.
I am a good state, there can be no doubt of itΝΎ But those who are in, entirely are out of it.
What bird can lift the heaviest weight?
I cost no money to use, or conscious effort to take part of. And as far as you can see, there is nothing to me. But without me, you are dead.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?