An angel lives inside her Her soul is filled with holy light Though their wrath she may incur An angel lives inside her Though her soul she must inter To their attempts to smite An angel lives inside her Her soul is filled with holy light
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. — Dean Jackson
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