Butterflies

I'm jealous of butterflies,
They fly and fly and fly,
Away from their problems and fears,
They're free and free and free,
I'm jealous of butterflies,
Everyone stares in awe,
They point and scream of their beauty,
I'm jealous of butterflies.

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