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Behold the Angel
Behold, the angel!
Wings stretched high.
Like a star,
She hangs and shines.
What grace!
What fortune,
Seeing such a beauty!
O! Allow me to feel this being!
To see is not enough!
It has touched my soul.
Please, I beg,
Send it away!
Leave me with a fading memory.
The beauty is too bold!
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