Carrier of Dreams

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I first saw the butterfly in a grove of trees
wand'ring through the branches and flutt'ring upon the breeze.
It had black wings and yellow spots, a pleasure to my eyes.
It was a wondrous being, and it sung, to my surprise:

Butterfly, butterfly, dream creature, bare to it your soul.
Transient and mortal being, tell it pure and whole.
If you catch the butterfly, it cannot flap away
to carry off your dreams for a distant, future day.

So I told the butterfly of peace upon the earth,
of every child fairly fed and families full of mirth.
In response, the butterfly said, "That is very fine,
but it will take some work and in the meantime I want a vision from your mind."

So I thought and thought some more and thought the whole day through,
and during all that time, the butterfly flitted across my view.
A vision of my own, it had said, my own to fantasize:
A personal wish, a private dream, that only I could devise.

(Chorus)

Finally, I said, "Butterfly, I know what I must choose.
Through poverty and hardship, a child has lots to lose,
but one thing children must never give up is the right to hope and dream,
a personal wish to hold in their hearts that they someday might redeem."

Nowadays I travel the world to children near and far,
encouraging them to grow and to dream wherever they are.
My personal wish has been fulfilled; in my life I am pleased,
and on a warm afternoon you may find me fluttering upon the breeze

(Chorus)

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