ou came to my open window,
My warm hand was waiting for you.
You came to my warm hand of love.

I gave you your freedom, freedom to fly.
Fly, fly my butterfly.

Fly my butterfly, fly home,
Home over the ocean
far away.
Will I ever see you again?
Maybe you’re gone, gone forever
To a land, behind the mountains and deep valleys.
Far away from me, you wild free beautiful butterfly.
Fly, fly, fly.


   

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