She Dances With the Butterflies
She dances with the butterflies,
She is one with nature
For it she will always nurture
And during the winter she cries
But when the first bud
Blooms out of the stem, alive
She will always strive
To save it from the mud
That covers all of this
World in its dirt, its grime
For it should be a crime
To make the world how it is.
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