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Monarch
There comes a time when butterflies spread their wings for the first time.
As the air fills the folds the butterfly finds it impossible not to fly.
So it is with love my precious children, I cannot stop you from living.
I can only hope I have taught you true, and the candles flame does not consume you.
By RCPollitz
Monarch
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