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I am the me inside this shell;
I am the thoughts my mind doth store.
I am my heaven and my hell;
I am this and nothing more.
I have a tongue and I can speak,
But words are only sounds.
Though they be harsh or mild and meek,
With event they must compound.
For action is the only truth
About which words can relate.
Actions give us all the proof
Despite what we might state.
For I am all the things I do,
Be they done with love or hate.
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