Cold winter's eve,
A peasant man mourns in the cold,
Tears all full, falling to his child's grave.
An angel then descended from the sky,
Remorseful for the great loss of his,
While she wrapped her wings around him,
She sighed and sung.
God made the stars,
He made them so you may see the eyes of your beloved,
When they return to his graceful arms.*
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 7:45 PM UTC
Cold winter's eve,
A peasant man mourns in the cold,
Tears all full, falling to his child's grave.
An angel then descended from the sky,
Remorseful for the great loss of his,
While she wrapped her wings around him,
She sighed and sung.
God made the stars,
He made them so you may see the eyes of your beloved,
When they return to his graceful arms.*
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