I wanted you to have colorful wings
and to land on my white mulberry.
But genes are strange guest.
It evolved from a silkworm
a black butterfly that
flies on any light.
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Duh leptira
Htio sam da imaš šarena krila
i da sletiš na moj bijeli dud.
Ali geni su čudnovat gost.
Iz svilene bube se razvio
crna leptir koji leti
na bilo koje svjetlo.
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