I flutter, I sputter
I am a butterfly,
Being chased by others
Oh, those bugs in the sky...
I go for miles and miles,
When Im admired, I get smiles..
For the one that catches me,
Will be the one who loves me...
I will be their trophy catch,
For they will be so attached..
Stare at me, check out my colors,
Which way do they fly out?
Alone they go, so far away
forget them and do for yourself.
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