You see the butterfly
Upon the flower
You sneak up very very quietly
You cup your hands around it
You hold the butterfly
You marvel at it
You wonder about
What makes it fly
You hold its for a moment
Then release it back into the sky
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The evils of this World hold you by a leash to Stay in controll
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Sons of night Wicked deeds Doomed they are
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