Pranshu Phuloriya Biography

There once was a place that was home to a tribe
No one knew them yet people would describe
Them as good people but few would know,
They fought demons some while ago
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Hard winds

There once was a bird that lived in a cage,
Could not leave, it was filled with rage.
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Of all the things that needs to be done
People only choose things that are fun
It all comes down to what you do
When you can see things clearly through
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There is a point between high and low,
When you have nowhere to run and nowhere to go.
You see nothing because it is too dark,
But be like water and just flow.
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Take a deep breath and close your eyes,
A cup of tea and words of wise
The bird has to burn and become ashes,
And from the ashes the phoenix rise
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