Another piece in their Games.

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Another piece in their Games.

I cut you down

I killed you all

I cut you dead

With the pluck of a bow.

Some I killed with Tracker Jackers

Others by burning flame

It is such a shame

That I just turned into

Another piece in their Games.

Cato, I shot with an arrow

Clove just didn’t know

That Thresh stood behind her

Waiting with a stone.

It is such a shame

That I just turned into

Another piece in their Games.

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