You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry. — Melody Lee
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You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.

— Melody Lee
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