That I was flying with an angel,
She took me by my hand,
And flew around Nottingham without a need to land,
We lay between the stars and the ground,
Looking down at the river Trent,
Watching the stars shimmer in the water,
Until we started our descent,
To dance on the stars, on the river top,
With the angel in my dreams,
This feels strangely like reality,
But reality is never what it seems,
How I wish this was real,
My beautiful angel,
This girl of my dreams.
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