Butterfly, Butterfly
Butterfly Butterfly,
Fly away home
Don't turn back
Don't look down
Fly from my hand
And over the land
Fly away fly away
To my old home
Tell those I loved
I am coming home
Butterfly Butterfly,
I am weak
Fly to your home
Take your wings
And breathe life to the child
That has yet to be born
Tell those who I love
Do not fear
For I am going home
My dear ones
I am now the wind that is helping this butterfly
Fly home to you
To tell you, I am no more
Then a whisper in the wind
Do not fear
For I am home.
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