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Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?
I drive men mad for love of me. Easily beaten, never free.
Hold the tail, while I fish for you.
In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?