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Prescience | ||
| Fly, my fancy, soar away. Dream of what is yet to be. If I look beyond this day There is much that I could see. I am not a prisoner Fettered in a dingy cage. I can sense what will occur If I only turn the page. Praise to God for prescience bold, Searching for my destiny. As I watch the days unfold I will solve each mystery. | ||
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