My angel,
Walking through the fields
Of a soul profound and guarded
Touching every blade of grass
My only focal point
Dancing through the skies
High,
You alone
Joking with the clouds.
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My angel,
Walking through the fields
Of a soul profound and guarded
Touching every blade of grass
My only focal point
Dancing through the skies
High,
You alone
Joking with the clouds.
