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Sending Butterflies
Sweet bright-eyed mountain rose Too far, too good to touch I’ll keep sending you butterflies My mountain rose. Sweet bright-eyed winter star Too high, too hot to reach I’ll keep wishing on you, angel My winter star. Sweet bright-eyed morning breeze, Too pure, too right to feel I’ll keep kissing the stirring leaves My morning breeze. Sweet bright-eyed summer girl Too soft, too bright to hold God, you know that I adore you. My summer girl.
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