Butterflies come to the water
from mountains, valleys, hills and plains,
Why is it that they come to kiss the salt of the ocean?
Dancing above the waves I see them, there, there,
the butterfly is gone
in the motion of the ocean
or maybe in the belly of a fish,
Your colours belong to you
I shall not speak of their beauty
Butterfly, butterfly dance the dance to die
come kiss the salt of the ocean.
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