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    Her wings are all frail and torn
    But they do more then a graceful soar
    Silver eyes and golden hair
    One who loves all that’s fair
    She’s staring up
    And all I see
    Tis one who is fallen
    One who’s in need
    As if none’s harmed
    She asks of me,
    “Is there anything wrong
    May I help of thee?”
    A Fallen Angel
    With her blood still a spill
    Eyes unknowing of help
    Not knowing other’s good will
    I help her up
    And carry her home
    Saying to god
    She’ll know the way home.
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