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I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes canβt see anything
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 married many woman but has never been married
Marking mortal privation when firmly in place. An enduring summation inscribed in my face.
I am just two and two. I am hot. I am cold. I am the parent of numbers that cannot be told. I am a gift beyond measure, a matter of course. What am I?
I am rarely touched but often held. If you are smart you'll use me well. What am I?