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Numerous giants stand straight and tall
While ignorant mortals to and fro run
The sun will soon hide its glorious light
From a city that is much too busy
Yet superficial stars will still glow
I am a young girl
Born with beautiful brown eyes
With the gift of having a rich land thats all mine
With the beautiful pryamids and no gold mines
A face of a Queen
