He gazes out the frosted glass

To watch the fairies fly

She is perched upon the sill

An angel, passing by

Guiding sprite, with lantern bright

Illuminating darkened night

Graceful beauty within sight

She glorifies the evening light

Mesmerized by all he sees

He breathes a gentle sigh

For he has seen the splendor of

An angel from up high

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