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The Angel & the Tramp
As Autumn falls I escape my cave
Each year that passes
barely supresses my rage
As the colours blind
My eyelids fall
And I remember it all.
Autumnal reds and golds
hide the colours of betrayal
The cruelty, the end
Or so I feared
Yet before me stands an Angel
so sweet, so kind
She holds my hand.
And guides me to a promised land.
The Angel and the Tramp
walk together
searching all the land
For his children
Taken by a mistress cruel.
Childhoods hurt by her rule.
Yet there is always hope
words need not be said
let fate be our judge instead.
And magic sprinkled here and there
will bring love home again.
