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Risen up gracefully A halo on her head Aunt Sharen earns her golden wings Slowly fading into an eternal slumber in her bed Proud, Brave, Determined, I go on That's what she would've wanted
you tell me to play to play your games i am not a player or a gamer i am a soft natured artist i like to paint and think i like to listen to indie and drink but you ask me to play the game
If a sinner is what I'm called to be, Take the halo away from me.  Take away what makes me a saint, my angel wings you must taint.    Make me a criminal to the core,
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