The butterflies, but butterflies, hearts, flowers, I have removed some of it she is my gratitude, and is the only one who I would love to be her look it, but she is a fairy I always in mind.
It is a butterfly Butterfly, but this time I went to a flower of my heart, and then she is my soul and it is the only one who I would love to look at her I see what it is to be, but she was a Mrs. in my heart.