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Through cracks in the wall

I saw your star fall

and caught from hitting the ground,

I cradled you in my arms

felt your graceful charms,

and realised it was an angel I caught.

So precious and beautiful

a celestial body of light,

a breathtaking vision

in which I delight,

now do you understand why I stare

through cracks in the wall of a night,

because catching angels is a dream past time to me.

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