This is what my mother said to me:
Follow your own dream
Spread you wings and fly.
She took my hand and we went outside.
We sat down and she said:

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Spread you wings little butterfly.
Count the stars and be among them.
Take my hand and come with me.
Follow your dream and it will work out.

She looked into my eyes
And I lowered my head.
I got up
And followed my dream like she told me:

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