Butterflies.

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I look around me and see gloom

Almost nothing but certain doom

But even if your not as glad

As I love the happy I love the sad

So do not disperse so soon my dear

For I will give you all my cheer

As we swing we start to fly

And the tearing start to try

And the lonely stop the cries

My beautiful little butterflies.

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