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Over the fields a butterfly playied on a flower and she stopped and rested on it. There was a child looking at that flower he looked again, but the butterfly was gone. The butterfly flew on a tree, the child ran there but she was gone again. Fly and fly and fly, run and run and run ran the boy beside her and playied with her. Flies over the fields races in the wood and the sun was going down but the sun had gone down. There was a child sitting on the road he was looking for the way to go back home. Branches of trees seems to reach him face in his hands: Songtextehe was crying. Cry and cry and cry, fly and fly and fly, rose in flights his sky searching for the home. Aus Songtexte Mania