There is a hard rock In front of me that Looks like a stumbling-block, but I am greatly frank, There is a hard stone Behind me that Looks like a stumbling-block, but I am greatly okay, There is a heavy weight That looks like a stumbling-block, but I am greatly patient, There is a strong headache that Looks like a stumbling-block, but I am greatly innocent, and There is a huge cloud On my head that looks Like a stumbling-block, but I am greatly able-bodied.
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