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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.
I climb higher when hot, But beware my rage, I’ll kill with a breath, If I can escape my cage
When young, I am sweet in the sun. When middle-aged, I make you gay. When old, I am valued more than ever.
What breaks on the water but never on the land?
What wears a coat in the winter and pants in the summer?
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