Now they won't be back!
Beautiful butterflies
no more I find you flying arround my home
O' dear little angels
where have you gone?
I miss you
I love you
come back to me
my garden
without you
the flowers are sad
plants look bad
I feel depressed
beauty of garden
seems undressed
industrial waste has turned
the soils black
mom say's
now you won't come back
hurdled in a corner
I cry n cry
till my eyes go dry!
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