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The Black Butterfly
A Black Butterfly
A black mist glides off its wings
It is all alone
It is always sad
Never greeted with a smile
Black and Beauty don't mix
It can find no love
In a world of bright and free
It always feels the chains
The chains of anger
And of seeping depression
Butterflies can't cry
A black butterfly
Flies away searching for a home
But it won't find one
But I will fly still
Hoping that things get better
Hoping not to fall
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