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White Butterfly

I can feel you here with me.
Your not just in my memory.
But when I see one pass me by.
I feel overwhelmed and start to cry.
You always told me when you died.
That you would follow me as a white butterfly.
It comforts and aches my heart.
When I spy a white butterfly fluttering behind me.
Written by BurnigDesire
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