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Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you.
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
What language does a billboard speak?