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![]() I fly upon butterfly wings, red rose petals are my bed. This tiny fairy bears gifts to a world in need of repair. The fairy sprinkles shimmering dust on those whose hearts are hate-filled. She instills peace to the brokenhearted; love to a world filled with despair. On butterfly wings the fairy rides with the hope that war will cease. The magical dust is spread again, for she yearns for everlasting peace. ** #1256788 Not An Image ** ![]()
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