EquanimityHere comes the black butterflies Swirling over head They come to confuse They come to bring hate But I'll take the flowers and get high in their beauty so they can't touch me with such pain.Equanimity
And if those black butterflies Should come on by
And should they try to confuse you, make you hate too I will rip their wings from their bodies And I will smash them into the dirt
When the Black butterflies come to Destroy They'll come to bring fear But close your eyes and I will wipe your tears away I'll hold you close and whisper thoughts of happiness &nbs
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