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Butterfly
Butterfly, flying free
Unaware of its destiny
Butterfly you are truly free
For yours is a path with certainty
You exist within the day
Falling victim to the night
But when the darkest hour comes
There is nothing, there is no fight
So as you flutter by my way
Without a single care
I envy you and your mortality
One such I cannot share
Wednesday 27th May 2015 7:26 pm
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