The Butterfly In Me

I always tell 'hi' and then 'bye',
And I don’t think about sorrow.
My soul as light as butterfly,
Which can present to world fine morrow.

I sing a song of life and love,
I dance a dance of happy smile.
My house is that blue above,
Where I will never, hope, know bile.

I am so happy to be free,
To feel this breath of Spanish night.
My good fortune is kind with me.
It’s not my weakness, it’s my might.


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