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I saw a butterfly the other day,

And thought if all the things it meant.

I watched it as it flew away,

And thought of all the things it meant.

In its wings, I saw a knife

And Death in dark, black robes.

I saw the frailty of life,

Its sadness and its woes.

However, I also saw beautiful things,

The beauty of the world shining

Through colours of her lovely wings,

I saw a little angel smiling.

And then I saw something quite strange

Beyond the clouds, beyond this world,

I saw a light, I saw a dream,

A real glimpse of Paradise.

I woke up from unconsciousness 

My eyes were opened in surprise

Tears we're running down my cheeks

And yet, there, on my face: A smile.

The butterfly then disappeared,

I never saw her wings again...

I've tried to stare at others' wings

But they just move, then fly away.