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They can move stars, planets and even the light
cutting through sky with the most brutal might
You may ask, with your sweet humbleness aside
What happens when destructive forces collide?
A tear on your cheek is the pain I can see
Devouring your soul and torturing me
A mantle made of velvet and colored pure red
Usurping the king and fills him with dread
The spider is making her web stronger than you
Her minions are many, and you are too few
A key made of silver, and a mirror of ice
A stone with a crack, A fan from the skies
Those are the items, the four of you must find
Those are the items, the four of you must find
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