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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.
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.
Published 30th Jan 2015
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Anonymous
30th Jan 2015 10:44pm
This is so beautiful. A gift of the spirit of your loved one lives on in these delicate butterfly's.
30th Jan 2015 11:38pm
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31st Jan 2015 00:48am
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