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[Verse 1]
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ah many a man has built his own temple
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shown to convey his grace and sk!ll
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having red domes, pillars and arches
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all fashioned to fit his will
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when over men observe it’s beauty
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they stand and see and sigh and say
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great is your work, oh yes, oh builder
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your fame shall never fade away

[Verse 2]
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those who do not know and do not know
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that they do not know, are foolish, avoid them
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then there is woman, a builder of nations
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laden with labour, love and care
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they place each pillar with pride and patience
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pops every plan she’ll pose to a prayer
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those who do not know that know
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that they do not know, are children, a dark girl

[Verse 3]
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but few men will praise her cause and omen
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some may not even understand
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most of the struggle borne by woman
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is seldomly held in the eyes of man
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those who know and do not know
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that they know, they’re asleep, awake them

[Verse 4]
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so be the temples men have cherished
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crumbled in ruins to rot and rust
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no lies each pillar and arch to perish
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doomed to decay and rot to dust
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oh but those who know and know that they know
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are of wisdom, appreciate them

[Verse 5]
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oh but the temples created in woman
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never have failed in statue and goal
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deep in her heart she fills her temple
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in her own child her mortal soul