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Butterfly's Dance
A butterfly's life,
Is only a short flight.
8 hours, not much more,
Then the butterfly flies through death's door.
It is only a short dance,
as at the world, a butterfly only gets a glance.
Would a butterfly choose not to live,
And to the world, it's beauty not to give.
We will always wonder about,
why a butterfly's wings isn't that loud.
A butterfly's life is short and sweet,
as each moment, a butterfly does get weak.
A moment, a butterfly earns,
as in our mind, we want to learn.
To know the beauty and grace,
Of the butterfly's dance.
Is only a short flight.
8 hours, not much more,
Then the butterfly flies through death's door.
It is only a short dance,
as at the world, a butterfly only gets a glance.
Would a butterfly choose not to live,
And to the world, it's beauty not to give.
We will always wonder about,
why a butterfly's wings isn't that loud.
A butterfly's life is short and sweet,
as each moment, a butterfly does get weak.
A moment, a butterfly earns,
as in our mind, we want to learn.
To know the beauty and grace,
Of the butterfly's dance.
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Butterfly`s Dance
Butterfly`s Dance
