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I am your hero, a hero with a fiery passion, my power able to vanquish even the mightiest foes, foes who wish to do you harm.   No dragon is too powerful,
Have you ever wondered what happens to you when you die? Where do we go? Do we begin to fly? Some say the world glows, some say you lose all your clothes
I used to think that my cowboy boots and pecan pie Were all I needed to survive As the summers were filled with the Fourth of July and state fairs A supposed sense of freedom was in the air
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