I met a butterfly,
Her eyes ready to cry,
I asked why,
It said romance did die,
Her lover left with no goodbye,
Now her life is gray to the sky,
I rubbed her cheek,her tears to dry,
Told her to move on,if she can try,
I saw her smile,I knew she'd be fine,
The sun rose and brightened her eye,
She flew away with her wound to heal by time,
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