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Over the course of nearly one year, a homeless lady stood every Friday and Saturday night at the corner intersection of the Roosevelt Bridge and Constitution Avenue in Washington, DC.

Tightly seated in a Porsche 911, four boys raced the lanes of highway 66 leaving Northern Virginia into DC to party the night out every weekend. On every occasion, these boys always stopped by this homeless lady and pulled cash out of their 4 pockets to help her. Her name was Marandalene, of French-Algerian heritage.

As the car took off into first gear, you could literally hear Marandalene's loud voice with prayers of health and wealth to the boys and their families.

As weekend after weekend and month after month passed by, it got to the point where the boys would empty all their pockets and give all their cash to Marandalene. They figured they could always revisit the ATM machine for their party spending. Marandalene's voice grew louder and stronger. You could now hear her prayers echo all the way down Constitution Avenue.

Despite some heavy and hard drinking on one Saturday night, the boys were dropped off safely and the driver finally reached his home around 4:00 am. Unable to sleep, he went down his basement to review an instrumental melody in his music studio, and suddenly the lyrics of a song titled, Marandalene, were instantly delivered to him.

As he made his best effort to dictate the words, while his tears were rushing down, the song was wholly in sync with the melody, perfectly structured and completely written in less than 5 minutes.

QUOTE

We were driving out one Friday night; I saw her standing all alone
Out in the rain without a home; I had to stop and know her name
I felt her pain as if it is mine; I knew right then right from the start
We are all alone but not apart; Marandalene, we are here for you

Every time I think of you, someone in me wants to heal
Every time you pray for me, someone in me wants to feel
What is in your heart? What is in your life?
Marandalene, I want to be with you

This life to you might seem unfair; but those who love you dearly care
The spark in you I truly swear; has helped me when no one was there
I do not know when, this pain will end; I know the truth reflects you eyes
I hear your voice reflect my soul; Marandalene, we are here for you

Help me mend this broken wing
I want to fly away with you
Take my hand
Spread your wings
Away from here, let us fly away

Away from here, where there are no more tears
Away from here, let us fly away
Fly away; let us fly away
Fly away; let us fly away

Every time I think of you, someone in me wants to heal
Every time you pray for me, someone in me wants to feel
What is in your heart? What is in your life?
Marandalene, we are here for you
What is in your heart? What is in your life?
Marandalene, we are here for you

UNQUOTE

The next weekend, the boys went out on their same routine, but Marandalene was never seen again. This is the true story of an Angel disguised in the physical body of a homeless lady. Her name is Marandalene.

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