Butterflies begin from having been another
As a child is born from being in a mother's womb
But how many times have you wished you were some other
Than someone who you really are
Yet who's to say that if all were uncovered
You will like what you see
You can only be you
As I can only be me
Flowers cannot bloom until it is their season
As we would not be here unless it was our destiny
But how many times have you wished to be in spaces
Time places than what you were
Yet who's to say that unfamiliar places
You could anymore be
Loving you that you see
You can only be you
As I can only be
Me
I can only be me
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