You said. When I die
If you see a butterfly
And it lands on your hand
You will come to understand
It will be, the soul of me
Come from far beyond to see
Your dear face, with a living eye
Which is why, butterflies, make me cry
Butterfly
Two Women and Some Books
You said. When I die
If you see a butterfly
And it lands on your hand
You will come to understand
It will be, the soul of me
Come from far beyond to see
Your dear face, with a living eye
Which is why, butterflies, make me cry
I like to believe this is why we see butterflies…
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