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To Fly

I wish I had the wings to fly,

fly out the window and over the wall.

Past the fields, over the borders,

unfettered by the chains

and gravity

and inertia.

To be as free as

my beautiful butterfly,

flitting from flower to flower,

stopping only to feed and rest

before the next adventure.

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