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Winds of Change
Stories have been told to me,
About a long time ago.
When things were not as good as they are now.
Times of Change.
When everything was built from the ashes,
The ashes of the last time,
And the time before,
The time when the phoenix cleansed us.
Its fiery wings sprading high over our heads,
And burning away all impurities.
So like the phoenix we can ruse again,
From the ashes that fly on the winds of change.
Poem (c) Cooper '05
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