Part 4

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The hearts of a Phoenix rises in a stolen flame.
For those who die shall be maimed
I'm the hands of a giant at large
The magic in them he shall starve.
They shall pay his old dues,
Or swim in a sea of poisoned blue.
The three shall rise again one day,
With the giants awful dismay.

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