As the butterfly flutters by,
does it care to touch the sky,
does it dare to even try,
flipping about,within and without,
a meadow of flowers passing by,
kissing each one,not wondering why,
flipping about,without a doubt,
a butterfly just has to try,
flipping about,within and without,
this butterfly,just flying by,
hour after hour,kissing each flower,
blooming and growing,without even knowing,
flipping about,without a doubt,
this sweet butterfly,
already a part of the sky,
beauty unfolds to my wondering eye,
beauty foretold to this butterfly
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