BUTTERFLIES

                  Butterflies.

               Oh butterflies.

                In the sky you fly.

                Then, you say bye.

              Orange and black you are.

                You fly away, fast and far.

                Just like a shooting star.

                 I make a wish things on your wings.

                How my heart sings watching you.

                         OO.

                      You fly higher than the hill.

                  Never will you be back.

                      Then, you say bye.

                  Oh, why oh why do you say bye.

                  

                

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