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| If your rhymes are as proficient as you say, shouldn't the audience be able to figure it out without your harping on it for seven straight hours without taking a breath? | |
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| Actually, it's all a metaphor for the crystalline beauty of the human spirit as it transcends the material present to complete the circle of the tao. | |
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| That was my second guess. | |
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