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A rose for Maria Magdalena
A rose for her
Who never thinks of her own gain
A rose for Maria Magdalena
For love and fortitude
That she bestows unto all who are lonely
She was almost sixty, her hair already grey
And the children had gained her trust
The street kids and the angels of the night
Born to fight - scorned by heaven
She had learned, words are not enough
In these streets of hate and deception
She couldn't do much about it, she knew
But if she could just help one - then it was worth it
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One ran straight at her
She saw his eyes and knew
Whatever would happen - he had to leave right away
She took him to her home, hid him there
And in the weeks he stayed with her
She learned, he was not just a thief
For when he left, he gave her
A rose out of gratitude - she never saw him again
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