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Winter Visitor

You were an angel and you came to see me Dressed in gold and hiding your wings, You were an angel and the things you told me Were things that only an angel sings. You were an angel and you came to save me From the city and its nightmarish things, You were an angel and the gifts you gave me Were gifts that only an angel brings. ©Brian Ahern 2026