Album : An Other Cup
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When butterflies leave their silk palaces
the scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way.
Like the toils of man,
those who work to tomorrow
will not miss the dreams of yesterday
When butterflies leave their silk palaces   the scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way.   Like the toils of man,   those who work to tomorrow   will not miss the dreams of yesterday