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Let's listen to the Adamantite who radiates his glow
Although he may be riddled with cracks that are deep
They never reached the center, they never went that low
Instead of tarnishing his worth, they inprove him indeed 
How even though he is centered in a sunlight room
He emanates the most brilliant beams that belittle the sun
He becomes the main attraction, a pride and joy to the Louvre 
All the kings and queens wisheth to bow before number one
Look at him go, blowing air in his clarinet 
Then emitting hurricanes in his bassoon 
Through hard work and determination, perfection is his intent
Those who can't see that have the eyes of a bafoon
He can withstand the artic blizzard
His heat puts volcanoes to shame
In games he may choose to play as a demonic imp wizard
It's fun make-believe, no dice role is a projection so who's to blame
A man with a big heart but he can't see
Thick blood clogs the veins
Let it be known, he is appreciated and loved by others like me
He is deserving of every ounce of affection he gets, every umbrella in the rain
He feels for others and himself that's no shame
He is not afraid to show it, to be vulnerable in public
If people call him weak to show his insecurities and his shame
Than he is the realist man I know, objections, I won't hear any of it
He will not fall to the evils that plauge the mind
His heart won't allow it, to turn into shameless men
They who, so inhumane, scratch others and lick the blood even of their "friends"
The A knows better he loves and heals every time
No man is perfect that's a given
Though he may be niave and his glimmers may hurt the eyes
He is never so callous as to enjoy sorrows of those grief stricken 
He is innocent and talented, A is for Adamantite, the value of gold ten times

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