SISTER JANET
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Master Shaman
I have come
With my dolly from the Shadowside
With a demon and an Englishman.
I'm my mother
I'm my son
Nobody else
Is slipping the blade in easy
Nobody else
Is slipping a blade in the marmalade

And all the angels
And all the wizards black and white
Are lighting candles in our hands
Can you feel them
Touching hands before our eyes
And I 
Can even see sweet Maryanne

Sister Janet
You have come
>From the woman clothed with the sun
Your veil is quietly becoming none
Call the wanderer
He is come
And all those up there
Are making it look so easy
With your perfect wing
A wing can cover all sorts of things

But all the angels
And all the wizards black and white
Are lighting candles in our hands
Can you feel them
touching hands before our eyes
And I
Can even see sweet Maryanne


Hey....
I think I could try this once again

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