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Out of the dark poison rises

The bright phoenix born once anew,

Away are thrown all those guises

For all this time only they knew,

When second turns into minute,

Day into month and century

Yet this infinite memory

Happens in moment so minute

One can never begin counting

Before the instant is over

Nor can ever finish hunting

The end in the farthest never,

Now here they lie into the dark,

Breathless and devoid of a spark,

Hearts forever skipping a beat,

Stuck in this lone, endless repeat.

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Ha, classic(al).