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Butterflies



Last night I dreamt of it again -
My brother he was five
And I was coming up to seven,
So glad to be alive.

We all into the garden went,
The butterflies to free.
How we had longed for this event -
Mam, dad, the brothers three.

We'd watched the butterflies all grow
But now the time was nigh
To set them free, to let them go,
Release them to the sky.

We stood there in the garden bright,
So long ago those hours,
The jars were opened; they took flight,
They danced among the flowers.

How beautiful the butterflies,
God made their tiny wings.
He made them fair for he is wise,
All praise O king of kings!

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