No matter how much you want them
Some things cannot be
No matter how much you want him
You’re only getting me
The sky is made of angels
And I am made of fear
By the light of their burning pinions
We mortals disappear
For who am I to be seen by you
You, creature of the sky
My face is of a mortal hue
Was made for mortal eyes
By grace you saw me first, I think
And graceless, saw me fall
You loved the way that angels love
You never loved at all
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