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If I could be a butterfly
With wings of dusty, butter gold
And sunset orange, white and black
I would float along on a breeze
And fly away, and not look back.

I would join with other butterflies
Gathering together on swaying grass
A golden dust on emerald green
Lacey wings aflutter everywhere
Listening to delicate doves sing.

I'd follow them on perfumed air
Among bright skies of white and blue
Until the day had lost its light
And rest while crickets harmonize
And silvery trees whisper at night.

I'd come awake in the pearly morn
Slowly to stretch my sleepy wings
Glistening with diamond beads of dew
Drying in the sun's soft warm glow
Then rise again with my golden crew.

I'd fly on fragrant mellow winds
Above the world of down below
And all the sadness happening here
With no more hurts and no more tears
Rising up beyond the pain and care.

If I could be a butterfly
With wings of dusty, butter gold
And sunset orange, white and black
I would float along on a breeze
And fly away, and not look back.

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