Under the tree the sun is climbing high I open up to you my butterfly winds of seduction around us leaving my seeds under your wings under the tree the sun is shinning bright colors of lust they tingle in my eyes time drops falls down on my petals leaving the wide open fields behind oh-bearing my life without you there under the graceful moon I will carry on with the memory of your whispers spring in my heart under the tree the bitter ending night I'm closing down On you my butterfly Dance so the stars will remember Fluttering light On your last flight.
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