Fly fly, my little butterfly,
feel your wings against the wind.
fly fly until you die, of exhaustion.
fly fly, my little butterfly fly.
see the world from down below.
I Will soon catch you
have you for myself,
pick your wings, add them
to my shelf. so fly, fly
little butterfly, fly while you can
cause I'll be right behind you with
the net in my hand. So nimble
and quick, can't even hit you with my stick!
DIE BUTTRFLY DIE.
Don't see me as a cruel man
this is just a state of business.
Fly, the butterfly flys away from me,
knowing, I just want it for its wings.
No matter how many times this
butterfly flys away, I'll soon catch you,
and everyone will see you on...
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© Choco