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Music is well said to be the speech of angels.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Poets are Damned... but See with the Eyes of Angels.

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

You didn't hear the angels singing. It was brought down to Mother Earth, which is where it should be. And that led me to a lot of other reading.

After being so bad I could hear the angels singing.

I don't ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful.

To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.