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Oh lord! I am not worthy! I bend my limbs to the ground. I cry yet without a sound. Let me drink of waters deep. And in silence I will weep.
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. What am I?
When it comes to me you go on red and stop on green.
I am black, white, and read all over. What am I?
I always murmur but never talk. Always run but never walk. I have a bed but never sleep, have a mouth but never speak. What am I?
A man goes out in heavy rain with nothing to protect him from it. His hair doesn't get wet. How does he do that?