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When the Angel of Death came

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I’ve been fretting about a poem with this title for years and maybe coming close

When the Angel of Death arrived,

It was a Hummingbird at my ear.

I was astonished, and said, I thought you’d have strong wings, to carry me.

No no it replied, I am here to enchant and to guide,

Your wings alone shall bear you up,

 Let me help you emerge.

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