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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 |
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It is not a mourning but a hymn. |
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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 |
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Burning Phoenix rise |
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Ash is what you leave to go up high |
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The flaming bird knows the time when the astral gates are open time to fulfil its noble destiny it was born to fly |
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Forever, with the burning legions of its kind. |
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On wings of smoke they are singing |
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Their calling is the calling of the free "Fly with us" |
