Children sing,
If it would be
We were butterfly,
From flower to flower we did fly,
Drink nectar,
In merriment spend hour after hour,
Nothing worried touch us,
Everyone favor us;
Anyway, the big can not sing
Even two lines,
If it would be
No vice could touch us,
We could fill all with virtues
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