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Footprints in clay: She went this way,
Footprints in stone : History saw her walking,
Hieroglyphs chiselled out in her name,
History heard her and knew her fame,
Yet the noble river keeps silent,
Only whispers in the reeds and rushes,
Should you look into that mirrored water,
There will be a smile looking back at you,
As one beauty remarks on another :
"Don't I know you?"
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