The Butterfly

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I envy you as you fly

All the way up into the sky

Having no worries in your mind

And your loud wing patterns are bright

You always show them off with no fright

I love the way you stand out

Yet you are quiet, you never shout

Oh, if only that would be me.

And amazingly, through a cold, harsh storm

You peacefully transform into something more

It's a mystery how you seem as if you're ok

You never show off the slightest dismay

And in the end, you envy me...

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