Buterfly Tears
You see her every day
Her who is the first to smile
her the butterfly in a medow of flowers
She is colorful and sweet her wings never miss a beat
let her see you let her walk in your shoose and she will help you
she is nothing more then a girl with asmile that will cry your tears
so you dont have to.
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