Butterfly, butterfly.

Butterfly, butterfly

Come fly over here.

Carry my heart to that person

And carry their scent to me.

Once, when the skies are filled with crimson rays,

Once, when the moon completes its cycle and rises,

Butterfly, butterfly, lay your lips upon me as i sleep.

Once, when you're yearning and close to tears,

Once, when you're about to smile from happiness,

Butterfly, butterfly, sit on the tips of my fingers.

I will turn your fears,

Into the wind and cast them into the air.

The place where you can find rest is in my arms,

And the place where i find rest is only with you.

Butterfly, butterfly

Come fly over here.

The End

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