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Butterflies are pretty,
I know, they are.
But some of them are pity,
Can't reach so far.
Their wings are majestic,
They flap it, so fantastic.
The golden rays of the sun,
Reached its wings, it's fun.
Colors, white, orange, red.
Oh, and brown, and black too.
Your wings are satisfactions, I'm fed,
By the colors of you.
But look, there's one more color,
You probably don't know,
It's meaningful, and cooler,
You'll know it too.
It's a symbol of bruise, and pain, and fear,
It's tears are vivid, so crystal clear.
It flew and cry, so far up high.
Don't wonder, it's the purple butterfly.
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