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As we face off, the white and black
I stand beside my twin
See sunbeams fall through patterned cracks
That lie above this den
Of diamond, sir, my heart's composed
It makes me who I am
Across that heart I keep exposed
The mark of Superman
If in the end our paths should meet
Then head over heels let's go
Should safeguards fail, there's no retreat
As I bring forth the snow

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