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I feel like a lion cub

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I feel like a lion cub

Following the trials of the butterfly

Chirping and jumping

Lost and never found

I followed the sparks of love

Squealing and swooning

In my haste of finding my destination

I was suddenly pushed to write an examination

How wrong have I been?

If only I opened my eyes and seen

The reality that was harsh

Will not leave you without giving you a gash

I wish I will pass

With flying colors, I will cross

I hope to see you in the end

Holding roses and smile that is trend

If not you, where should I spend

The time in my hand feeling content?

The time in my hand feeling content?

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