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"I am the stone that the builder refused I am the visual, that made The Lady sing the blues I am the spark that makes your ideas bright. The same spark that lights the dark so that you can know you left from right She is the one with hammer that cracks my own stone She is the orcale, my birth to her already known She is a goddess who only knows right, The same goddess that rules humanity that never turns from the light"
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