Last July an angel made
Of plastic, metal, twisted strings of lights
To be assembled later
Miles away
Oceans away
As far as a container ship can sail
In some distant nation
In some foreign place
I made it with my hands
Or part of it, turned it, sent it on its way
To be boxed and sent
Aboard that ship
To go someplace
I've only ever seen in the movies
That I can see
They let me see
My angel was so pretty
And so were the thousands of the rest
We sent along to you
We don't believe
We can't believe
But some of us still believe
The god of all your angels
Will come to find us too
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