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Spreading her wings


Look at that butterfly flying so high,

so high as it can possibly go. For she is worth more

than money, because beauty shines on that butterfly. She wants

to be that butterfly, that's on her path, soaring through the clouds

helping mend the pain. So why won't you follow her? Because she's ready to fly

and spread her wings. She thinks she's learned enough for now. We all need

someone to pick us up and show us the rainbow. She's spreading her wings as far

as the sea. Spreading her wings to every inch of space. For if you were here now,

you would see her flying into her destiny!

Watching her fly and

break her wings

while the clouds swallow her up.

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