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I dream of angels (and pluck a feather from the wind)
I dream of angels. I set my heart atop their scales.
A sense of defeat arises from that halcyon of hope -
That I could be more than the stillness between storms -
That my cheek must not always be laid
"Upon...
A sense of defeat arises from that halcyon of hope -
That I could be more than the stillness between storms -
That my cheek must not always be laid
"Upon...
