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New Butterflies Fresh from safe cocoons we've known Poised on edge of slimmest branch Wings still wet we wait For sunlight and One warm breeze to ride Like flowers new to Spring we stand Colors growing bright in early April warm Winter long since past Cold, old and forgotten Orange wings outstretched We're ready now to fly Ready now to ride the quiet wind We'll soar past sunsets Sail by silvered moons And leave behind the time We hid in grey cocoons |
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