In a gothic graveyard an angel sat upon a celtic cross tombstone,with his crimson wings draped like a cape.as he sat he watched the sun setting upon the grave and waited for midnight to come.he then looked to the heavens above watching for shooting stars to make a wish on as dreams of the one he loved ran through his head. As midnight fell and the stars began to shoot across the midnight sky he wished to see her one last time.and that was as dreams of shooting stars and midnight
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