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Post by Lynnie on May 25, 2013 21:57:35 GMT
Why do I cry When butterflies fly?
Their soft wings embrace The sweet light of day, As slowly they dance Upon nature’s dreams, Yet dreams have no place in my heart.
Only darkness lives there, Playing with the memories Of days long ago.
As butterflies pass, I close my eyes And watch them dance Upon my dreams.
Yet, why do I cry?
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