A beautiful Painted Lady
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Painted Lady
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Painted Lady flying free,
Who made you what you're meant to be?
Who caused you to change what's more?
Butterfly from Caterpillar crawling on the floor?
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Who gave you your wings so fine?
With pattern and colour so divine?
Who painted every single spot?
Who gave you everything you've got?
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Who caused you nectar to sip?
To savour ever single drip?
To flutter in and out of flowers?
I could watch you for hours and hours.
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But your time on earth is fleeting grim.
But you can still sing praise to Him.
For you've caused me to praise His name.
Painted Lady I'm glad you came.
Copyright Jack Brown © 1999