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To Fly Again On Angel Wings
I hear violins playing
loves old sweet refrain.
I hear you calling out my name.
Life seems to be flown on angel wings
especially when old love calls for a fling.
The music in the background
remonstrates loves rhapsody,
and we are captured
to fly again on angel wings.
30 April 2008
poem
by
David Harris
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