Faintly in the mist,
A figure is shown,
A beautiful girl,
That I do not know.

Her beauty is seen,
From far away,
Her life is a secret,
Her identity unknown.

She whispers something
That I cannot hear,
So the wind picks her up,
And brings her near.

As she gets closer,
Her beauty fades away,
A dark angel is exposed,
No longer is it a bright day.

How can so much beauty,
Be taken away,
Seeing someone up close,
Is so different then far away.

 
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