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The
white butterfly
It
flies around the garden
The
sun rays bright and golden
It
never wants to forget
Under
the shades of bamboo leaves
Under
the canopy of palm trees
The
white butterfly flying
It
has no cares to its world
The
humming bird lands on branches
Hopping
it along and tweeting its ound
It
makes no difference to the white butterfly
The
world can be shared....
The
white butterfly
It
flies low and high
Under
the bright sun rays
The
future is bright
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