Little butterflies wont ever run away, just like tiny garden fairies.
Fluttering over the lavender and the weeds, bathing in the glimmer.
When darkness envelops, they hide behind tiny chestnuts or daisy petals.
they watch me, watch the sky; throwing away the walking stick.
Little butterflies, please stay with me wherever i go.
then maybe i would see the stars again.
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things I wish I said to you
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