"O, weary angels, donโt look at me with those eyes. If that is your state then what of our cries?What can I tell you of goodness that you donโt already know?What can I tell you of faith,of hope and lovethat you yourselves bestow?O, angels, donโt pluck another feather,this isnโt the sky, itโs just the weather. Please, angels, try. We are one all together. Look up and listen, Iโll say it once and then put down my pen:We are sorry for our ignoranceand even though we are worldly,it might happen again. We are sorry for your wearinessand even though you arenโt worldly,we are no more than human."
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