Butterflies

They are flying, flying, flying
Freedom is their companion forever
They are flying, flying, flying
After all their labor, death and power.
They are flying, flying, flying
Enjoying their beauty, that will not stay
They are flying, flying, flying
Quickly as the time ticked and burnt away.
They are flying, flying, flying
Playing as the children follow them all
They are flying, flying, flying
They are the beauty of life as they call.
Butterflies are flying, flying, flying
Slowly they are falling, falling, falling.

by Wylrhyss Terrado

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