Perhaps it’s just an idle fancy
Because your memory clings
But I see a feather purest white
Then once again my sad heart sings
For in my imagination
The message that it brings
Is that you are watching over me
Breaking in your angel wings
So when I find one in my room
Or to my coat it clings
I sense your loving prescec
As you spread your zngel wings
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