Angels Are Made Of Moonlight
Untouchable
Yet beautiful all the
Same
They fly, leaping
And falling, way up
High
Angels
Are made of
Moonlight
Invisible,
Yet they are still
There
Laughing, singing, dancing
Waiting to
Fly
Angels
Are made of
Moonlight
Fragile,
Untouchable,
Invisible
But they still
Give
My heart
Wings
I love them
With
All of my
Winged
Heart, But because
Angels
Are made of
Moonlight
They don't
Love
Me back.
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