The white butterfly returns
The holy ghost in my yard
Checking and blessing things
I didn't know it could be so small
You must flutter before you fly
If you want to follow me
You must be cheerful
And not surrender
To any passing flower
Frail as a beating heart
Letting the breeze be your body
The sunlight breath you in and out
You must have the strength
To pull the whole spring after you
And cast out every doubt
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