They Fly Anyway
Whatever The Weather,
One Animal Will Still Fly On,
Through Rain And Storm,
Or Scorching Summers,
They Go Around Everywhere,
From Australia To England,
Wishing It Was Always Summer,
But They Don't Really Care,
You See Them Dance Around,
With Each Other,
Celebrating Their Short Lives,
And Doing Everything They Can,
They Beat Their Wings,
Almost Like They Don't Believe,
They Can Fly,
The Butterfly Flies Anyway.
The End
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They Fly Anyway, which
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