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The morning sun
Sparkles off the snow so white
Teardrops form
The icicles of the night
A young girl
sits alone and afraid
Replaying in her mind
All the games that were played
He walked in
And brushed away a tear
Kissed her cheek
and said please don’t fear.
Looking at
This stranger and his eyes
She saw that he
Was an angel in disguise
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