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Angel
Once I stood here, looking after a light all nights,
And picking up a dream, where you fall into sleep.
I wrote down all things, as the sun rises up,
You sit by the window, and take down this book.
Have you heard a bird singing in your dreams?
For you, I would like to be the bird.
If I am out, please take me as the wind,
And I just want you to know who I was.
