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| Happiness is in the colors of a butterfly |
| Through the gardens you see them fly |
| It stops for a rest momentarily |
| To sit on a rose with a bumblebee |
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| No matter its color it shows its grace |
| It's beauty is pleasing and delicate as lace |
| Free and happy, it dances to the symphony |
| Of natures pleasures and harmony |
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| As the day ends they drop from sight |
| to rest from the day in the cool, soft night |
| Until the sun once again shines |
| To bring the earth it's warmth divine |
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