my spirit lies:

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Under the earth
Deep underground
Where no one
Can hear a sound

Or in the air
Scattered to the wind
Fractured into one hundred silver slivers
In the sunshine, just a glint

Or flowing with the river
Around all its bends
Sweeping through the earth
With no beginnings and no ends

Or burnt up like a Phoenix
Who's feathers have caught flame
Everyone gets must pay their dues
I am just the same

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