The phoenix burns out when it gets old
Dark and gloomy a life
To restart a new
Born from the ashes
To be bright and beautiful
With gleaming red feather
And when it fly’s
It brightens the night
With it’s burning beautiful
Phoenix feathers.
Dark and gloomy a life
To restart a new
Born from the ashes
To be bright and beautiful
With gleaming red feather
And when it fly’s
It brightens the night
With it’s burning beautiful
Phoenix feathers.
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