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At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
Round as a button, deep as a well. If you want me to talk, you must first pull my tail.
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
They try to beat me, they try in vain. And when I win, I end the pain.
Above all things have I been placed Thus have I, a man disgraced. I describe sunlight or lock But after all, I'm just a rock
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?