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Golden-winged, silver-winged, Winged with flashing flame, Such a flight of birds I saw, Birds without a name: Singing songs in their own tongue (Song of songs) they came. One to another calling, Each answering each. One to another calling In their proper speech: High above my head they wheeled, Far out of reach. On wings of flame they went and came With a cadenced clang: Their silver wings tinkled, Their golden wings rang; The wind it whistled through their wings Where in heaven they sang.

Answer 1

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this is a poem about .....

angles in heaven

Answer 2

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is thia question or what