Oh sad butterflies

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They fly, fly against the wind.
they lose their shine in the struggle,
They lose their wings in the struggle,
But they still fight, it's their only goal.
Oh sad buterrflies.

They fly, fly against the wind.
Poor of them, they will lose irretrievably,
Poor of them, they don't see their beauty,
But they still play, it's a wicked game.
Oh sad butterflies.

[ 6 juin 2023 ]

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