When i am feeling down,
i go outside and look around
for a butterfly.
They always get me feeling gay!
Their so bright, beautiful and light,
i love to watch the children run and play.
as they try and catch a butterfly as they fly
their so graceful and light when they fly so high
we all want to be like a butterfly.
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