Shine...

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a soaring bird,

Shine red, shine gold!

A phoenix,

Never growing old.

A bright path,

Shine white, shine yellow!

With many moods,

But none of them mellow.

Fish spread wings,

To see, to be!

To be the creatures

Of the sea.

To see the phoenix,

Shining red,

To walk the living paths,

Of undead.

To see the fish

Jump out of bed.

To see, to be!

Shine gold, shine red.