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It will all be well.
My father professed; Orgadimma
michelle weighed heavily by words unsaid and lines faintly drawn,
she holds onto an irrational faith,
if it were up to her and her alone, release
Quickly into the night, black bird.
lyric teaches her to fly.
It will all be well...
lyric made out of butterflies dipped in magic appears in the nick of time
"reminds me of falling" she says...
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