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    i speak with the tongues of men and of angels
    and have not charity
    i am become as sounding brass
    or a tinkling cymbal

    and though I have the gift of prophecy
    and understand all mysteries
    and all knowledge
    and though I have all faith
    so that I could remove mountains
    and have not charity
    I am nothing

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