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We applaud if you perform well.
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony, for others I am relief! What am I?
Born of sorrow, grow with age, you need a lot of me to be a sage. What am I?
I am made of wood but can't be sawed? What am I?
I cannot be bought, cannot be sold, even if I'm sometimes made of gold. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?