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Here's a wonderful poem from Teres a Evangeline's site.  Link:   Teresa Evangeline "Childish Things" When they light the candles a little propeller turns the angels around and around. They are of gold, of thin metal, with a trumpet held in front of each mouth, And a sound that comes when a tiny chain drags across a silvery chime. Flecks of light dance on the ceiling from figures that gleam as they pass the flame. That sight, that sound, that warm candle shine through the years. You look out the window: What are you doing with the years that shine around and around when the angels come? ~ William Stafford Yesterday after reading this poem I went out and bought a new candle angel set.  I found the last set!  I was hoping to get a larger version but this one will be fine. I cold not get a clear