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The trumpet player is Wayne,
his passion for music drives him insane;
next door lives lonely Cassandra...
no, she isn't favorited by Charma!

Her days are spent in prayer...
oh, would a devoted Catholic nun refuse to hide her hair
that was curly and auburn?
Oh, it flames and waves like red leaves in late Autumn! 

Cassandra has dedicated her life to Christ...
reminding all that they would return to dust;
she likes to sing and very rarely recites the rosary,  
and singing she gathers crowds below her balcony!

Going to school I stop by to hear them,
such a gift is only given to some, ask Sam
who is the young pianist at the local church of martyrized Saint Stefan,
he praises them more than those saints in niches painted in pale brown!

Don't we resemble them in many undeniable ways,
expressing devotion for an ideal and deep love for the God of holiness?
Where do we find extraordinary individuals who sacrifice
all to get to Heaven through great strides keeping from the games of dice?

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