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Schmetterling
When I was young I’d take and take,
Leaving destruction in my wake,
Was little more than a common pest,
But then one day after a rest,
I found myself to be much more,
Than what I thought I was before,
No more crawling ‘long the floor,
With bright and pretty wings I soar,
That wormy thing I was had past,
My beauty plain to see at last,
Fertilising every flower,
On which I land, that is my power,
And my purpose on this earth,
And if you would respect my worth,
Just do this one thing that I ask,
And please don’t keep me under glass,
I’m just a pretty flying by,
A ballerina of the sky,
Inside this Jar I feel such sorrow,
For the missing flower tomorrow.
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