The Phoenix

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As the scream cuts the silence

And the melancholy cast in stone

And the voices of the suffering

silenced

And the world,

Once great,

Once of honour,

Diminished under the last moon

The phoenix arises

Once again

From the ruins of time

To sing the song of resurrection

And it will sing forever

Because today

Is the last

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