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One cold, howling, October night,
an angel spread his wings, He flew towards the golden sieves, glowing by the glistening moon, Up to heaven he flew, high into the stars, Traveling towards his eternity light. His family saddened, dwelling with compassion, for eachother, As they looked down at him, they knew he was in a better place.
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