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In The Mist

In the mist of a falling rain
Still such a beautiful day
Sit a butterfly on a pretty rose
The wings spread wide
For all the world to see
Such a sight
With colors so bright
Such a delight
I felt a shiver up my spine
As I watched the butterfly
Fly away with not a care
How free, wish it was me

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