Butterflies fly with love on their wings...
You been on my wing...
Years rotten after year...
My wings have grown all the stronger...
It flaps all the faster...
Many told me...
I need new wings...
I tell them...
I love my wings...
Old, expire...
I won't replace...
I love my wings...
I love the way it flatter my soul...
I love the way it makes me laugh...
I love her pass all the rotten memory...
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