To Die Before One Fears To Die

In The Name Of The Bee And Of The Butterfly And Of The Breeze, Amen!

The Words The Happy Say Are Paltry Melody But Those The Silent Feel Are Beautiful-.

A Power Of Butterfly Must Be - The Aptitude To Fly Meadows Of Majesty Concedes And Easy Sweeps Of Sky -

Hope Is A Thing With Feathers

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