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The wind they do slice
those frayed angel wings
my eyes they entice
a thief, of all things

Misery and disarray
I spy through her grace
elegant and swift
bat her wings of fray

Into the night
oh, she did soar
ignorant to her plight
her flight, I adore

Now just a thought
gone from my sight
the vision I caught
brings eternal delight

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