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Hey, Butterfly
Why are you so fly-like?
Eyes like my
Pretty blue
Hazel, blue, ink-like
My honey-brown eyes
You're just wearing that flashy suit
But my, my, Butterfly
You're so dangerous
And beautiful
Like the moth that you are
Let the moonlight's dance
Just twist and dance
Come on down and fly
But my, my, my, Mrs. Moth
You're a pretty, little liar
Yes, you are
You're such a silly, little thing
And I must say
You're no butterfly
Just a pretty imitation
Trying to hide your true beauty
You're just a moth
Dancing to the fire's song

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