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Angel On Her Shoulder
For the" A picture holds a thousand words Comp"
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She sits again in the rain
How often will this repeat
But she doesn't complain
There is still the rain to beat
She has a brolly that wont open
For her it's like a kind of torture
But she's a fighter and she's coping
The answer seems to be obscure
Only the colour of the gown changes
The rain remains a constant monsoon
Flicking through her book her mind rearranges
She needs to find the right words soon
Time is her mortal enemy and running out
But there's an angel on her shoulder praying
She really doesn't care what he's babbling about
She fears him not nor anything he is saying
She reads her mothers Grande Grimwoire
Dark arts, magic, spells and potions
Gods torment for her is not a bar
As he tries to play with her emotions
The angel on her shoulder will sometimes shout
But she will find the right spell to try
She will create a world wide drought
And all of human kind will die
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