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My butterfly.
Upon my hand a butterfly sits
Wings of resplendent colour
For such is beauty so delicate
To hold I would crush her.
Reaching such heights in flight
My eyes follow a hearts desire
Afraid I am of letting go
I stay and await no other.
To my outstretched hand she returns
Soft wings beat life into a soul
For the dreams she brings to me
I will always let her go.
Upon my hand a butterfly sits
Wings of resplendent colour
For such is beauty so delicate
To hold I would crush her.
Reaching such heights in flight
My eyes follow a hearts desire
Afraid I am of letting go
I stay and await no other.
To my outstretched hand she returns
Soft wings beat life into a soul
For the dreams she brings to me
I will always let her go.
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My butterfly
My butterfly