Cry Of The Phoenix
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This poem is for all those people who have ever been betrayed... For people who have been robbed of their honor... For all those naive souls who have been forced to grow bitter and dillusioned... For those who have been shamed by people they loved and trusted... If you too ever thought of giving up... Then remember the cry of the phoenix.
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