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Phenix


Hallow at my core 

I have nothing left to give 

But you won’t win this war 

I will come back and live 

And soar into the clouds 

Like an owl in the night 

My fire will burn and come 

And it will burn ever bright 

It will cleanse my soul

And I will start a new 

It will patch my holes 

Believe it’s definitely due 

And It is almost here 

I hear it coming soon 

So long to my past fear 

My time begins to loom 

 

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