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If I were a butterfly, I’d fly high
I would fly so high that I’d miss the sky
And when I got tired
I’d hope not to be bothered
By some wearisome busy bee
I’d go see the world
And watch people hurl
Their dreams into reality
Then I’d sit back and be
Wishing that they would never be me
As I watch and wait from above