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Just as a phoenix rises from coals,
I've risen up from my little hole.
I've found a bit more of myself,
I've returned the old book upon its shelf,
And with that, I start with something new
I continue to write my story, though its not as blue.
Its all because of love,
beautiful like a dove,
I find it in so many that i know,
I can now see i was never alone.