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The Fine Make
Like pure gold, she glitters
A stronghold, she shelters
Unsure soul, she falters
A man's fall -she falters.
So then, is it a mistake,
That the Maker did stake,
Her fate, to face, fake-
Ego-laden...
A stronghold, she shelters
Unsure soul, she falters
A man's fall -she falters.
So then, is it a mistake,
That the Maker did stake,
Her fate, to face, fake-
Ego-laden...
