Into the pale hues
Of the passing day
I see a butterfly
Flapping its wings,
Following the trails
Of the golden chariot
Shining with its glitters
over the long shadows
Of the day’s memories.
Inveigle, Sundown, Chill
By
By
Into the pale hues
Of the passing day
I see a butterfly
Flapping its wings,
Following the trails
Of the golden chariot
Shining with its glitters
over the long shadows
Of the day’s memories.
Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚♀️ 
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