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I direct you from outer space.
What can go up a chimney down but canβt go down a chimney up?
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 touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, youβll likely die. What am I?
What is deaf, dumb, and blind, but always tells the truth?
What language does a billboard speak?