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they said you were a broken bird
they bound your pointed beak
they placed a hood upon your eyes
and told you you were weak

they clipped your wings until you bled
and kept you in a cage
you never knew you had a voice
except for screams of rage

they plucked your shining plumage
and they threw you on the pyre
you didn't know you were a phoenix
until they set the fire

they choked upon the clouds of ash
and cowered as you flew
your wings were whole and glorious
a blaze against the blue