Shedding the old, the skin so tight, Emerging into shining light. With painted wings, I start to soar, Exploring lands I've not before. A transformation, grand and bright, Bathed in the sun, a lovely sight. From what I was, to what I'll be, A brand new, wonderful me.
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A Butterfly's Dance
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Shedding the old, the skin so tight, — Emerging into shining light.
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