Beautiful eyes like the blue sky
fair blond hair stolen in the windy air.
Beauty is all that I see
she's like an Angel to me.
Her smile lights up the room
so bright that I can smile too.
Her hands so soft in mine
I wish I could hold it at night.
I know that she can not love me
but still an angel
that's what she'll always be.

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