Butterfly

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Meant to be sky high,
And fly like a butterfly,
Only to fall down, break and cry
And lock your heart so no one can pry
And those who try,
Are confronted with a smile which is a lie.
I wish to be a butterfly,
And fly and fly until I die...

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