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A beautiful angel
as pure as light
spreads her feathered wings
for her delicate flight.
She takes off the ground
with the wind in her hair
a mellifluous spirit
walking on air.
Caught in a breeze,
she twirls all around.
Jumping through clouds,
never touching the ground.
The music flows sweetly
with her radiant dance.
Slowing then stopping
for one final stance.
She rushes strait forward,
gaining speed with each stride,
the wind beating against her
perfecting her glide.
She jumps in the air,
soaring so high.
A beautiful angel
that masters the sky.
Brought back to earth
by applause and the cheers.
The cool wind in her face
replaced by hot tears.
No longer an angel
so graceful and nice,
but only a dreamer
that masters the ice.
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