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entries for PPC5 |
| Dancing through the raindrops You'll never see my heart stop As a tear runs down my face Just a drop that's out of place Rose colored glasses upon my cheek Gives the impression that I am weak But my strength is in my wings A butterfly born in the spring I am like the butterfly Floating on clouds so high Too bad you'll never get to see The colors of my energy My soul will keep soaring high And I will continue to fly A part of me had to die As to you I say goodbye |