The Butterflies Have Gone | ✔️

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She's the most beautiful thing

Among the thorns that sting

She blooms and grows

In the beautiful spring

Visited by the butterflies and the bees

And too with the birds on the trees

There's something about her that'll always be a mystery

How she radiates to the world so beautifully

She'll gracefully wither like a dream

But will always be the most beautiful thing you'll ever see

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