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You burnt me up in your flames,
Killed me with your words,
Made me feel like I'm the smallest being in the world!
Tongue like swords,
Stabbing me nice and slow,
Brutal with every blow..!
Ashes to ashes...
Dust to Dust...
with it,
I'll come alive!
With Fire,
I will again be brought to life..
Yes, I am built like Phoenix!
From my corpse I'll build myself up again..
For in my death,
I shall rise.
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