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A fragile angel fell to earth, so helpless with her broken wings
I didn't notice her at first, my weary mind on other things But then I saw her through the darkness that encompassed me as night She lay before me, torn and bruised, her eyes were filled with doubt and fright I gathered her into my arms, her head fell gently to my chest And put her on a pedestal, where she could heal and get some rest Gathering lost angel feathers, to her wounds applying balm I bandaged up her tattered wings and tried to keep her quiet and calm And then I fell in love with her, my lonely heart upon my sleeve Knowing that it couldn't be, knowing she would have to leave I struggled vainly to resist the song she sang unto my soul That caressed my ears like tiny velvet raindrops, and I lost control Time passed by, with growing strength, she didn't need my constant care One day I returned to her to find her floating on the air She said good-bye, and flew away, and said I'd hear her when she sings But in my heart of hearts I wish... I'd never healed her broken wings
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