The blue butterfly sailed across the sky singing a lullaby. Its wings are thin. It spins around the air. It looks so rare yet it stares in your soul and rolls like a dog in the grass. It is seen through like glass. Its face is almost invisible yet visible, it sounds so sweet so i give it a treat. Are oranges good? How abt a message? My intelligence is 20 percent.
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