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Narcissus, go eat your heart out
you don't know what it's all about Queen with the magic mirror on the wall you aren't the fairest one of all there are too many hands on my time and not enough figures on my bottom line no one can tarnish this stainless steel face or bring me down from this state of grace no one can hold a candle to me for I am everything that is good to see and nothing you can say or do will make me think I'm not better than you
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