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Just a Butterfly
Twirling of fortune wavering in the air
Softly of whispers spoken without a care
Colours pause the mind show shimmer to my eye
To precision of on gazing impossible as they fly
Presence seems pleasure but of which feels as a sign
Flowing through magic but the magic a gift of time
As all within lives and the magic comes with age
Sucking in wisdom and beauty treasured magic never to fade
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