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The Rebirth.

 A phoenix dies and is reborn.

Have you ever wondered why it has to burn?

It needs to empty the old self and bring in the new.

Fire strengthens.

It toughens.

It hardens.

I'm silver tried in the furnace,

Burned seven times,

I'm shining now, I'm shining.

I'm stronger, better than ever.

I'm growing and I won't stop,

Not until all is finished.

I'll keep pushing,

I'll keep holding on.

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Taiwolilly✌

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