In a vast Universe where Stories are present all over and just float in the skies with words and Morals, I'm a person who just compiles them into Tale and Rewrites them.
She is beautiful like a butterfly
Can she fly
Maybe I can help her
To lend my wings of love
Can she be on the winter nights?
Of snow that lies
Maybe I'm the sun there
To make all melt
But not my love
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