The phoenix
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"And from the ashes a Phoenix rose - with
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wings made of gold it
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gently touched me, a touch of relief. I was
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ready to start a new
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circle, hoping it would never come to an
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end.
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"Never too late for hope" - the grey ice
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melted - slowly..."
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SPRING
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Where is my world,
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The beggining of my life bound,
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Surrounded by light,
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Wandering aimlessly around.
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Hearing voices calling my name
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While i hover, world`s dark stain.
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Where is my summertime?
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I`m longing for its warmth,
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Far too long i shivered
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In winter`s icy force
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Clouds are above me
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Mid air caresses my lungs
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I let myself drift, waiting for spring sun.
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Soft grass - but it hurts to go over it,
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Pointed stings - running between i stick
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Brooks are roading, the water blood red
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Please let me drink, but i can`t, i`m dead.
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Souls are screaming, mothers and sons
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Are slaughtering themselves, am i teaching
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a dream...
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[Repeat 1. + 2. verse]
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The Phoenix Spring
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| Evereve |
