Angel
Angel of light
Stuck in the night.
She's unable to fly,
To reach out to the sky.
Her broken heart
Is like a dark piece of art
Because she can't reach her lover
And she also can't find another.
Even with a broken wing,
Oh, how she loves to sing
About the day when none
Can keep her from
The cousin of the Sun.
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