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We walk in shadows,

We walk in light,

We use our wings to take flight.

Watching over

And guarding souls,

Mixing among people 

Who don’t know,

The divine realms

From whence we came,

Looking for lost souls to save.

Our feathered wings

Downy and white,

Our being made up

Of purest light,

We drift in 

And we drift out 

Of life and death,

We never let them go without,

A sense of peace,

A feeling of love,

Before they ascend

Back to the stars above.