| Burning Phoenix |
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| If you ever hear the song of a dying phoenix |
| don’t let sadness close your ears |
| you may offend the secret face of nature |
| It is not a mourning but a hymn. |
| If you ever see the bright pyre strip |
| the nightly creature from the chains |
| you’ll witness what the most |
| can only envy |
| the glorious coupling of the light |
| with the dark |
| Burning Phoenix rise |
| Ash is what you leave to go up high |
| The flaming bird knows the time |
| when the astral gates are open time |
| to fulfil its noble destiny |
| it was born to fly |
