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 Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 10:36 pm
They sing your praises
Millions of butterflies in your hair
Whispering, hot breath in
Your ears
I love you
We love you
You beauty
Be mine
They weave through you
Touching, gasping
I love you
We love you
You beauty
Be mine
How can they love you?
Your lips are sealed
Your heart is numb
How can they love you?
And yet they do
Butterflies that come
Too close to the flame
Butterflies that dance
Nimbly on shadowed lines
Are doomed souls
Millions of butterflies
Dead butterflies, gasping
Withering, eroding
Shadows of butterflies
Only you shoulder the blame
The weight of millions of
Dead butterflies
They are angry souls
Husks of rage
But no one knows
Nobody knows
The dead butterfly that
Crumples
Inside your heart
(Oh, what a Barren Flight)
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