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Weary angel, raven with tattered wing
Rest thy long current battered form.
Abide with those your Angel touch caresses
You've fought so long the rising storm.
Who bade thee fly against the wind?
Friend as well as foe,
It can sooth thy brow in sleep
Gentle Zephyr of a shadow dancer's breath.
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