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Butterfly flew into the window.

And beating in it, knocking on the glass.

Why rush her, because it is durable

And a century to him from the wings does not open.

Why strive for space,

Through a solid transparent barrier.

Isn’t it better to just settle your argument?

Finding in inaction delight.

Dream and believe in the best moment,

When the window itself suddenly opens.

In that near and far world,

In which you lived and crave to find yourself.

But all the same wonderful world of the glass.

The window itself will not open.

And the butterfly prefers to fall afterwards,

Now continues to fight!