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If you sit on my hand captive butterfly It is only because you think it
The sky is your playground My palm but a... resting place
F or while your wings may look fragileThey have the strength To take you ever so high
You are free To savour the breeze To sit on any flower you please
To rise into the trees Sit on yonder bough And there from your universe... look down ~Helena Fernz~
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