The Prophecy

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Born silver of hair,
And golden of heart.
Under the crowns stare,
But after seventeen they will part.
The beach of silver calls her,
But it also calls danger.
The ocean of blue will tumble and turn.
They'll swallow them whole,
And spit her back out.
But the true leader will step forth,
And guide the four to peace.

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