Butterflies bound through the night’s sky,
painting pictures for the stars,
staying out past their curfew.
The moon makes a wish,
her eyes brim with bright hopes,
and the promise of new memories.
Butterflies bound through the night’s sky,
painting pictures for the stars,
staying out past their curfew.
The moon makes a wish,
her eyes brim with bright hopes,
and the promise of new memories.
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