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Like a butterflyLike a butterfly Listen to the little heart inside, Feel the child move like a butterfly, The child feels so alive, Don't believe the lie, Don't let your child die. It's little hands and feet, form at six weeks, Listen to the sound as of heart beats, A silent cry, Don't let your child die. As you lay quietly before you sleep, Listen to the heart beat. Feel the child move like a butterfly. The child feels so alive, Don't let your child die. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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