Drawn by artists, young and old,
You can see me when it's cold;
For the most part, you can't hear me,
Though many there are who mutter beneath me.
You sometimes say I'm taken away,
But in truth I'm always with you;
That is, until the one day I do leave you,
And I'm afraid on that day you must leave too.
Answer:
Breath
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