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After the fire
On my feet
I've grown anew

Green has arrived
In my fingertips
As dust and ashes
Were slowly washed
By bottles of time and surrender

Now a bird's
Sweet notes
Carry me through
Spring
On regeneration of soul, eternal voyage
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     evangeline, Rick, Luz, Mary Huxley and Nolan Bucsis
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