The glorious Annabelle, who was the fairest girl of them all, never took a look at herself who carried her reflection was none other than her butterfly wings. The girl who let her friends make up with the mask that brought her enchantment only led her to play the world as if it was a mystery through the looking glass. You may be asking who is the mysterious girl behind the butterfly wings and her name is Annabelle.
Annabelle, like the moon, won't you touch my wings a time or two, speak to me like a wisher who makes wishes on her dreams, you will never feel lonely without your butterfly dreamcatcher, because I know you are used to playing the invisible card but to me you are more than just an invisible girl behind the glass.
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The Butterflies Touch my Soul
FantasyThe Butterflies chose to fly Like the BlueMoon and chase the soul That touched the night But before I could dream I just let the light of my wings Touch the mystery that was the moment Where moonlight was a new language of a story So come with...
