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I heard a butterfly |
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say as he flutter by |
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"If I should live just for a day |
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who will carry on in my way? |
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The colors that you see |
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reflect my thoughts and dreams |
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someday no more will I fly |
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That's the day my colors will die. |
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So I must know that my ideals will not end with me |
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Please take my colors and go on help the world to see." |
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I told the butterfly |
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that time one had ideals |
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but that the world was in doubt |
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it's no good to worry about. |
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You're better off to think of only yourself today |
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the world goes on and doesn't care what you have to say. |
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The butterfly said to me |
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as he fluttered on by |
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You must believe in yourself |
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teach the others to try |
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You must believe there's a way |
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ideals are men's only way |
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follow a rainbow today, yes a rainbow... |
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I see a butterfly glide |
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held on currents of air |
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he has a dream and his dream |
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is for someone to care. |
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If there are clouds in the sky |
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we'll find a way to get by |
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Though it may rain down on you see a rainbow come through. |
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Raindrops of doubt though they fall |
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tumbling down from the sky |
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If you believe surely rainbows will fill up your eyes. |
