Three angels
It started so young and so shy
First angel came into my life
The years went blissful tumbling by
After an angel I was wife
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I spun, wove, spread my wings to fly
Third angel with love made me rife
And you sit there wondering why
I cut my own wings with a knife
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Gray clouds trail across the sky. In the pale winter sun a flock of geese (Ben Grafström--Akita, Japan)
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