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Here I am, lonely, |
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Tired and lonely, |
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Crying for home in vain, |
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Just like a butterfly that's caught in the rain! |
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Longing for flowers, |
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Dreaming of hours |
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Back in the sun-kissed lane, |
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Just like a butterfly that's caught in the rain! |
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I know that all of the world is cheery |
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By that old cottage door, |
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Why are my wings so weary? |
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I can't fly any more! |
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Here I am praying, |
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Brokenly saying, "Give me the sun again!", |
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Just like a butterfly that's caught in the rain! |
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When it's raining from the sky, |
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And I see a butterfly, |
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I can almost hear him sighing ' |
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Cause he has to stop his flying. |
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I can easily sympathise |
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With those helpless butterflies! |
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Here I am, lonely, |
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Tired and lonely, |
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Crying for home in vain, |
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Just like a butterfly that's caught in the rain! |
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Longing for flowers, |
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Dreaming of hours |
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Back in the sun-kissed lane, |
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Just like a butterfly that's caught in the rain! |
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I know all of the world is cheery |
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By that old cottage door, |
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Why are my wings so weary? |
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I can't fly any more! |
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Here I am praying, |
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Brokenly saying, "Give me the sun again!", |
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Just like a butterfly that's caught in the rain! |
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Give me the sun again! |
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Caught in the rain! |
