The fluttering butterfly,
Hopping over flowers,
Lifting my blissful spirit,
Bringing exuberance in me.
Making me wonder,
Is it its freedom that awes me?
Is it its obliviousness to things around that awes me?
Hopping over flowers,
Lifting my blissful spirit,
Bringing exuberance in me.
Making me wonder,
Is it its freedom that awes me?
Is it its obliviousness to things around that awes me?
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