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| Image by Rezső Terbe from Pixabay |
I’m like a butterfly flying away
I’m not coming back
for any further disturbance
My life span too has come to term
Of any back like
Where I’ve been
I’m soaring higher where I can breathe
Hoping to find others like me
With many colors that I won’t ail
Please clasp my own up there
to no harm’s way
Wherever you are
I’ll still be with you
See I’m a mender too
No matter how high I can only sail
I’ll be among you.

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