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307My cradle is flame, my shroud is ash, yet from my end new wings I flash. No grave can hold me where I lie, what am I that cannot die?
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168307My cradle is flame, my shroud is ash, yet from my end new wings I flash. No grave can hold me where I lie, what am I that cannot die?
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