Butterfly Burns
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The butterfly burns, what a sight to behold
As I'm watching with horror, it crashes to the ground
I rush forward, terrified, but it's colours are bold
The red is still there, the fire hasn't touched it
Instead it stands proud
It's head is held high
The fire couldn't burn it
It's grown stronger in reply
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