Riddle of the Phoenix

I'll often sing a pretty song

It's deep and sweet and not too long

Huntsmen come and huntsmen go

But they'll never capture me you know

I'll never trust you, I'm out of reach

You'll only catch me if you're unique

If you try to touch me, I'll fly away

But if you make me comfortable, I will stay

One moment I am flying high

The next I'll crash and burn and die

But out of the ashes, you'll see me rise

To look at life with brand new eyes

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