Rebirth
I ask myself, what now can this place be?
This place now overgrown with trees.
This place which has come back to life,
Stemming from a time of strife.
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Still remember reddened skies,
As we all hid so petrified.
Saw a league of heroes, fighting near,
For our world, all we hold dear.
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One in blue and one in red,
One in black, a man of dread.
One Amazon and one machine,
One with hairdo most unclean.
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Some of them we know by name,
And from our praise we won't refrain.
As we can again call this place home,
As among the grass we roam.
