Spirited light touches us in hearts of light,
Our beauty plummets in front of them;
The gaze of distaste manicures our faces of light,
Gauze and metals will collect these rays.
Open us in wings, for lightness means pain,
As angels curve and swerve for our pleasure;
Behold their span and see how wonderful their dance,
For the divine heat is overwhelming us now.
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