| Sweet is the sound of my new-formed wings,
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| I stretch them open and let them dry.
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| I haven’t seen this world before,
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| But I’m excused, I’m a butterfly.
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| Sweet is the touch of your newborn wings,
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| We fly in circles and play with the sun.
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| We haven’t seen this world before,
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| So fair, so bright, so blue the sky.
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| Love me, love me on the leaves,
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| Before we say goodbye.
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| Love me, kiss me with the breeze,
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| You will be my lullaby,
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| Tomorrow I’ll die.
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| Tomorrow I’ll die,
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| Tomorrow I’ll die,
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| You’ll be my lullaby.
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| Love me, kiss me with the breeze,
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| Kiss me with the breeze,
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| Kiss me with the breeze,
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| Kiss me with the breeze.
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| Love me, love me on the leaves,
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| Love me, love me,
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| Love me, love me on the leaves,
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| Before we say goodbye.
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| Love me, kiss me with the breeze,
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| You’ll be me lullaby,
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| Tomorrow I’ll die.
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| Sweet is the wind as it gently blows,
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| The day away, and the nighttime comes.
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| Great are the wonders that silence shows.
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| I fall asleep, and I dream of the sun,
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| And my butterfly. |