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I'm singing this song for my sister Sinead
Concerning the god awful mess that she made
When she told them her truth just as hard as she could
Her message profoundly was misunderstood

There's humans entrusted with guarding our gold
And humans in charge of the saving of souls
And humans responded all over the world
Condemning that bald headed brave little girl

And maybe she's crazy and maybe she ain't
But so was Picasso and so were the saints
And she's never been partial to shackles or chains
She's too old for breaking and too young to tame

It's askin' for trouble to stick out your neck
In terms of a target a big silhouette
But some candles flicker and some candles fade
And some burn as true as my sister Sinead

Sister Sinead, written by Kris Kristofferson RIP

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Behind his mother's coffin and the high elves, Snape could see a wall made of the darkest obsidian stone. It was so dark that he was feeling it asborb all of his misery, grief and sorrow and that feeling of danger hanging over him for so long. Then he saw the body of Tobias Snape, his genitor. A mask of pure terror and hatred distorted his face as he was dissolving into that very wall.
"You are safe for long years, now and your mother shall live again with us, waiting for you to join her." said the elf.

At first, he only distinguished the sacrificial stone, still stained by brownish stains, the blood had dried already. The lament song was still chanted and Snape ran in that direction, oblivious to the thorns and nettles. And suddenly, he saw his mother, wrapped in a white burial cloth embroidered with delicate flowers. She was resting in an open casket, held my six High Elves.
"We have been waiting for you, Severus Snape".

Tom Riddle stopped abruptly. I cannot go further. Follow this narrow lane on your right, you'll find your mother and probably answers to your questions. If you wish to see me again, just whisper in Lucius Malfoy's ears, he'll tell me.
It was only the middle of the afternoon but Snape didn't care that the night should come soon, he had his wand and a simple spell of lumos was easy to perform. Had that man told the truth? Was his Ma really dead? At that point he began to hear the chant and he knew that Tom Riddle wasn't in the wrong. It was a lament song, full of sorrow and ethereal beauty. Snape began to run: "Ma! Ma!"