In whispers soft, an angel's grace,
Once given, now vanished without a trace.
With the change, she came and went,
A fleeting presence, heaven-sent.
Her light, a beacon in the night,
Guiding souls toward the path of right.
But like a dream, she slipped away,
Leaving only memories to stay.
Oh, how the world did briefly glow,
In her presence, love did flow.
Yet now she's gone, a silent voice,
Leaving hearts with little choice.
To cherish the moments, hold them near,
For angels come, but then disappear.
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