The butterfly bush
A gentle beat to the whirl song
Fluttering down to the butterfly bush
Floating on a breeze of blessings
Drifting and drifting and drifting
Someone has painted the sun
orange and blue
The butterflies have found their hats
And left for New York
Who will paint the morning sky
Splash the roses in
red yellow white
Who will sprinkle season's scents
musk lavender mint
If I paint the sun again
If the sad skies smile
If the sunset blushes
Will they come back again?
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