Come with me then, little butterfly friend.
You’ll fly with your wings, and I’ll run with the wind.
We both love the meadows; life isn’t so bleak.
We’re not all that different; we’re both just unique.
Take care of your wings, I’ll take care of my toes.
Together we’ll watch, as the wildflowers grow.
They’re not that different, your wings and my feet.
Still, we are good friends and our friendship runs deep.
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