| Sang a lullaby to a butterfly
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| Child’s wide brown eyes, secrets inside
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| She said, «When I die, become a butterfly
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| You can flutter and colour in meadows and hills
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| Beauty gave me the chills
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| Flying on your own, then a thousand mourn
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| Thousand souls swarming, thousands were performing»
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| Bright white, emerald green
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| Silk blown, sailing seas
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| And the spotted wings
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| Go, go blow in the wind
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| Bright white, emerald green
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| Silk blown, sailing seas
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| And the spotted wing
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| Go, go blow in the wind
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| Go, go, go, go blow in the wind
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| In their old house, from a lover’s mouth
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| He kept feathered in behind the bamboo screen
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| She said, «When he died, became a butterfly
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| He was fluttering, colouring meadows and hills
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| Beauty gave us the chills
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| Flying on your own, then a thousand mourn
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| Thousand souls swarming, thousands were performing
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| Thousand souls swarming, thousands were performing»
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| Bright white, emerald green
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| Silk blown, sailing seas
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| And the spotted wings
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| Go, go blow in the wind
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| Bright white, emerald green
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| Silk blown, sailing seas
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| And the spotted wing
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| Go, go blow in the wind
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| Go, go |