t h r e e
Water will burn, the games will return,
Glass flies far and wide, the demons shall hide,
The galaxy flowers, she sees higher powers,
What doesn't make sense, you shall see hence,
Pennies for nickels, weeping for giggles,
The stone will recall, and she will see all,
Once left far behind, the river will bind,
To make all come true, before it hits noon,
All shall come to be, heed this with great speed.
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