They act as if they were us,
Their sand, they will always see us,
Like footprints, they will see us coming,
Walking before their eyes,
Their ice, we will melt their stream,
Screaming, they will marvel,
As we shine as pretty marbles,
As we become fire,
They melting like wax,
We will know, if they are like us.
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