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The Caterpillar

Every word I recite, sit down and just write Comes from a place within and that is my right To display, I don't play I take this to my heart A cleansing, no suppressing, should've been done from the start My own soul, I can control, no need for a fight The goal, like a foal, is kind of out of sight One day I will say, the point will go to me Till then I will fight each day endlessly Caterpillar to butterfly, I deserve to fly Destined to die but I try, floating gently in the sky Even if just for a while, I at least got to smile Be it 100 or 1 I just took it mile by mile

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