The Songbird

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I am the Songbird,

I am the Phoenix.

My rays shine expectant,

My song like the first breath of  life,

My tears are of a broken heart,

That weeps for all kind.

My soul glistens,

Like the fresh morning dew.

As it lives in thought of both Happy and Sad,

Forgiving and Unforgiving,

Full of Adventure,

Full of Death.

My song is the song of the Songbird.

I am the Phoenix.

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