| As though a Phoenix doth ruins burn
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| Stricken with by-gone years
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| As fire devours frail bodies so
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| Life moves throughout its journey
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| The spirits of fated ones
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| From flesh and bones advance
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| The funeral pyres burn red!
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| Yet to it returns, after time and space
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| A life restored anew
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| When that the ashes now begin
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| From the force of flames
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| To join and fuse again!
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| Though buildings were of ruin
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| The flames did cease and cool
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| Bone-cases all but broken
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| The burning now turned blue
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| Then from the pile, a likeness
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| In the spring sun’s gleam doth grow!
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| The sign of sun as giving hope
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| Up over oceans, of noble stars delight
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| A sparkling gem, as though in gold encased
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| By smiths' artifice, it has been set! |