Butterfly

April 4, 2018
By , Ionia, MI

As I see the butterfly flying high
I think of you again
I think of how you used to sing
I think of how you used to dance
I think of how you used to talk
I think of how you used to cry
I think of how you used to laugh

As that little butterfly goes by
I just think
And pray that one day
Just one day
I will see you again

When that butterfly flies high I think of you
And only you






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