Angels glance upon me, Their eyes the stars of night, Their wings as white as snow. A rare sight to see such beauty, These beings of the sky. I can't help but wonder, why? Why show themselves to me, A simple girl with a troubled life. Guides perhaps, or maybe more. One reaches out, brushes my face, With of voice of bells, she speaks. A difficult life you lead it seems, But you have come so far. You earned your wings, And now you fly, Among the blessed stars.
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