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| I don't mind spending time With this crowd I'm around I don't mind that I find myself Famously found But I dream that someday I'll discover a way To be far from the star of the show I might leave very soon I might soar through the air Weave a golden cocoon Hung with silk fine and fair I might leave this behind All this glitter and shine And go far from the star of the show Oh, there must be a reason For this time of season As empty and long as it seems But there's more to this moth Than just fabulous cloth So, I'll keep holding on to my dreams Safe and warm I was born In a beige-colored coat Then I traded for wings Built to dazzle and float But I always felt pride For the girl inside Who was far from the star of the show And I know I'm much more Than a star of the show |