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Butterfly
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Alone with your wings spread
A beauty to behold
How I wish I could hold you
And touch your soft wings
I think of your travels
High above in the sky
What would it be like up there?
Being by your side
Alas, I will never know
My feet stay on the ground
And you are designed for all
Your beauty to see
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© 2000 by Jim Ward. All rights reserved
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