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silent winged beings
and the angels,
which there were in heaven
when I looked at the puddles of water
that the rain had left,
sang divine things.
and the angels sing,
every now and then
and keep quiet
most of times,
thinking about infinity.
and the angels sing
and sing
and shut up
and sing
infinitely.
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