It is free at last from the clutches of its master,
Free to wander the world, as it wishes,
As high as cloud in the everlasting blue sky,
It is good now, no-one hurting,
You can watch the sun glistening on the deep blue ocean,
And the clouds float joyfully,
The the sun beam down gradually,
To greet and welcome the flowers to another day,
Oh fire bird, its wonderful!
Go! Run free as you are meant to be!
Go! ...
Oh I wish that could be true,
Oh fire bird how I miss you, if only you wernt gone...
DEAD.
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