Butterflies take flight,
Butterflies take flight,
Near they come, then drift away,
Turning back, they gently sway.
Butterflies take flight,
Butterflies take flight.
In the dark, in the dawn, the morn,
When flowers bathe in morning’s tear,
Soft breezes whisper, gently born.
Where are you, in this moment here?
This air, this scene, beyond compare,
Come, my love, and banish fear.
In the dark, in the dawn, the morn,
Boundaries of hue, horizons of scent,
Shattering, then mending, it seems.
Butterflies take flight,
Butterflies take flight.
A sunbeam, a heart's desire, it flows,
Whispered secrets, softly bright,
Every bud begins to softly glow.
Each rose bud blooms, a fragrant sight,
As if the candle's flame now shows.
A sunbeam, a heart's desire, it flows,
Boundaries of hue, horizons of scent,
Shattering, then mending, it seems.
Butterflies take flight,
Butterflies take flight.
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