� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �      we are all so many sparks, flying from an endless pyre
� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �        the flames that flay us become the lessons that teach us
� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �  let your blood become light, and you will outshine the stars
� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �        your skin is not flesh; it is light, splendid and heavenly
� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �  love is a song, and you are a crucial instrument
� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �      you are a single voice; you are the choir
� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �    let music be the hand that pets your hair as you drift to sleep
� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� � many will tell you that you have value, and all of them are right
� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �      you would not exist were you not meant to do so
� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� � your feathers are priceless, beloved little bird
� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �     bring your shoulder blades together and feel your wings
� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �      remind the skin of your back the feel of the grass
� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �� �it gets better