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Dec 2015
Your final battle was cut short by fate's last attack
The combination of cancer and infections dealing you your final blow before you could be mended by your sweet Nurse Joy

You better protect your precious Pikachu with your wandering soul
Not even your pokeball can protect it from a fatal fall
As there's no more trainer to rush it to your favorite Pokecenter once more

Worry not about your precious PokΓ©mon, the best rival I could ask for is watching them over
Keeping thunder bolt in perfect form as you watch from your reserved seat up high

Worry not about your friends, or the PokΓ©mon you raised from their eggs
This broken Nurse Joy shall keep them aligned
For she'll send them back to you when they're ready
They'll be safe in her hands
Written by
Wyvern Queen
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   Deisphorios and Skaidrum
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