Dark purple sun rises in the north
The yellow sun rises in the east
And we of the flowers of earth
come forth to receive the long life of joy
We call ourselves the butterfly children
Men and women are praying to the east
Send voices soaring to the sun
And the chimes of the bells ring
through the air and ring for everyone
We call ourselves the butterfly children
Dark purple sun is the mystery
The yellow sun smiling of all
And red is the blood, the warmth of love
All hearts are filled with gold
We call ourselves the butterfly children
Our maker sings us his song of joy
And echo we echo that song on the
wings of the wind and the thunder
Sounds resound for our time to come
we call ourselves the butterfly children
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