#23 Routine

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I saw an angel in my dream,
She was singing a sad melancholy
Near the gleam,
Of the sun fading slowly..

Her wings, purely white
And that dress hugging her curves tight..
Made her look so alluring

But what's more enchanting
Was her voice so sweet,
It holds me under the spell
It was so captivating..

It reminds me of the lullaby,
My mother used to sing for me..
But then, it was time to say goodbye
'Cause I've to wake up for the next routine..

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