Fortune Teller...
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When they cry, I may not be there,
to embrace and wipe their tears,
the feeling of someone nearer,
makes me safer, it may be a soul,
who may be in the state of spirit,
not want someone to be sad,
guard me as an angel and whisper,
when my material body weathered,
and wilt, I will be a spirit,
not want to have a rebirth,
I will help people to avoid the dangers,
providing them with intuitive airs,
walking in front of them to clear the roads,
They may hear the soft voice and be blessed.
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