Butterfly,
You fly high.
Over the greenest trees tops,
Into the big blue sky.
Past breathtaking waterfalls,
And through some of nature's,
Most beautiful forests.
Pretty blue butterfly,
Bring a little hope.
You flew through that field,
Of gorgeous yellow dandelions.
Past the rose bush,
Cautious of the pricks.
Pretty blue butterfly,
Just a little hope.
Please cut me a little lack,
And fly by me when the sun comes out.
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