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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 there is a style of music named after me.
Is always in front of you but cannot be seen?
I'm a small ring shaped fried cake, often with bavarian cream or fruit filling, and sometimes covered in icing and sprinkles.
What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?
What is always coming every day, but never arrives until the next?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?