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Butterfly In my dreams I saw my My own death I closed my eyes And ceased to exist Wrapped in a caccoon Of new beginnings The caterpillar emerges From the warm embrace Of The caccoon. What once was Who I was Remains a mystery For from the caterpillar Wings begin to appear Testing the air Preparing for flight One life fades away As the butterfly spreads Its wings and begins To fly.

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