Angels Grave

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A flicker of light on a moonless night,
The blood running thick and cold,
An angel died causing a plight,
To find her heart of gold.

The town became busy in a frenzied flight,
Her heart once found would be sold,
To the king to save her beautiful light,
For forever her story be told.

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