Gone are the thoughts of the days of blissful play,
but we must learn to play another day.
Dreams are the blue and purple shade,
which were premeditated in the way it was made.
Fuzzy caterpillars no longer exist.
Butterflies replace so not to make the caterpillars be missed.
Wings have grown for beauty to display.
Our growing wings have learned to play another day.
Stretch our wings to fly and say:
'Our wings have learned to play another day'.
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