Tiny little butterfly

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Caterpillar on the tree,
Have you wondered who you be?
A beautiful butterfly flying free,
With a vision only I can see!

The beauty of your hues,
The flair of your wings.
The smoothness in your flight,
I wish people could keep beautiful things alive.

You are a color of shy on face of a shadow,
A color of anger on face of a sun.
A color of peace on silky moon,
Just like a rainbow flouring in the sky with a bloom.

You are a tiny little butterfly,
Who loves to fly.
But when you fly,
People catch you and you die.

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