Oh! White, crescent beauty!
Hold thy silky-soft wings of thy light bound angel,
Who shoots her Arrows of Life across thy endless, black sky,
Calling thy angels to wake.
Oh! White, sparkling beauties!
Hold thy heart-felt prayers of thy earth-bound children,
Who wish away their most treasured dreams into thy open, welcoming hands,
Spreading thy beams of hope.
Oh! White, crescent beauty!
Hold tight; those silky-soft wings of thy light-bound angel
Who tucks those white, sparkling beauties under the Blanket of Dawn,
Calling thy angels to rest.
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