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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.
What can be heard and caught but never seen?
I can be cracked, I can be made. I can be told, I can be played.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
You are having a bad day if 12 peers deem you to be this
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?