What can I find more glorious
Than thy smile making me smile?
A bud to bloom to the prime of life
Hiding the secret behind the glory of beauty
Ah, I get wings and I become a butterfly
Than thy smile making me smile?
A bud to bloom to the prime of life
Hiding the secret behind the glory of beauty
Ah, I get wings and I become a butterfly
© 2019 Albin Mathw
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