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Apr 2017
She remembers when she first got her wings
And how she opened up that day
she learned to sing
Then the colors came, erased the
black and white
And her whole world changed
when she realized

She's a butterfly, pretty as the crimson sky
Nothing's ever gonna bring her down
And everywhere she goes
Everybody knows she's so glad to be alive
She's a butterfly
Like the purest light in a darkened world
So much hope inside such a lovely girl
You should see her fly, it's almost magical
It makes you wanna cry, she's so beautiful

God bless the butterfly,
give her the strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
God bless the butterfly,
give her strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
Went for a brief moment to Facebook and found a "Memory" as they sometimes post on your page...from a year ago. It referenced my "addiction" at that time which was Karaoke...I posted this song that I had found that I had intended to sing. I never did, so I thought I'd post here (my current "addiction"). I had forgotten all about it.
Mary-Eliz
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Mary-Eliz  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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