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Notice how my colors fade

Reds and yellows turn to grey

Once I was so vibrant and warm

Now all within is dull and cold



Watch me disappear into the flames

The reds and yellows of my better days

Will surround and consume me

Burning who I used to be



Liberating it is to die

To burn the past and, from the ashes, rise

Born again, my wings will grow

And will carry me where I need to go



These days will be better than the last

You will see me shine with brilliance

And if my luster fades, I will know

That, in the fire, I can be reborn