Butterfly, Butterfly
Butterfly, butterfly I use to love you,
But you took flight from me in the end;
And now I ponder what this makes me,
I wish I knew.
A seductive time mistress whispers softly
Calling me upon the very edge of the earth
I quite moment of haunting longing kindly
It might transport me to a narrowing dearth
A spirit so lively.
Joys of the day spring to the sun of morning
A lasting hope very tender, sweet and strong
Talking on forever a knowing wisdom singing
Of dreams, of heart not forgotten or undone
These bonds so true.
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