Something of what you said reminded me of a poem I wrote a while ago. How many lonely people cry, And as a lonely person die? Depart this life, "God's Precious Gift", Rise up on wings like Angels lift? A slender feather drifted down. A snowy shite, an Angel's gown. And throught he night a young girl cries With Angel tears from lonely eyes.
The part you said about the star being the only tear the angel cried...it just reminded me of that...bla.
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How many lonely people cry,
And as a lonely person die?
Depart this life, "God's Precious Gift",
Rise up on wings like Angels lift?
A slender feather drifted down.
A snowy shite, an Angel's gown.
And throught he night a young girl cries
With Angel tears from lonely eyes.
The part you said about the star being the only tear the angel cried...it just reminded me of that...bla.
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