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You're taking an afternoon stroll, walking from your luxury apartment through the park. You almost walk past her, this shadow of a girl, singing on the corner for anything someone will toss in her guitar case. She looks up at you with imploring eyes, knowing that you're going to walk past her like every other person in this city. There is something about her gaze...something about her voice - a kind sparkle in her eye that is unlike the others that live on the street and her song was like it came from the lips of an angel. She looks down again when you start to pass her by, the song instantly turning melancholy, pulling at you to turn around.