one
she held the hammer that once shattered the pavement I walked on
two
she holds the pen that wrote the letters that shape my world
three
she will hold the rope that sounds the bells to my wedding or funeral
one
He saw the scars on my skin
two
he feels my world come to life
three
he will hear the echoes of my wedding
one
We found remains on the floor boards
two
We watch the art come to life
three
Our tale will end
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