i am a butterly
i am a buterfuly
i fly so high into the sky
i was transformed from a caterpillar
one who has colours, no colours to show
then one day, i go into my coccoon
and become a butterfly
one who has colours, many colours
beautfiul, magnicent colours
who is atrractive by everybody ho sees me
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