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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