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Butterfly, butterflyButterfly, butterflyButterfly, butterfly
Why did you fly away?
What called to you?
Who sent you on your way?
Butterfly, Butterfly
Why did you go?
It filled me with sorrow
If only you could know
I still sit up at night
remembering, in the day
when we were together
laughing and at play
And another memory
something else that I miss
is your soft touch on my hand
and your sweet butterfly kiss
Butterfly, Butterfly
Why did you fly away?
Wh


To be savedI want to be saved I'm treading water in an ocean thick fog surrounds me in every direction it's hard to breath I swear I can hear voices from far away these voices.... they say a lot of things I hear them speak of many men I heard them speak of a ship White as snow, pure in every way On this ship is a Captain A great and powerful man and a Son who can save I believe in this Captain and his ship And I believe there's a son But... Can the son really save? or is this a false hope for others who are treading like I am? Can he really throwTo be saved
PROBLEM SOLVED
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It takes an idiot to do cool things, thats why their cool.
I'm working on my watch/friends list right now, somehow I got it all messed up. @ w @
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"Good afternoon slackers. What are you guys doing out here?"
"What do you care?"
"I don't. Tell me anyways."
Yes?
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The poet is in command of his fantasy, while it is exactly the mark of the neurotic that he is possessed by his fantasy
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"Good afternoon slackers. What are you guys doing out here?"
"What do you care?"
"I don't. Tell me anyways."
I'm shocked it came out so good....and then I jinxed it when I finished G'hemnit v nv
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The poet is in command of his fantasy, while it is exactly the mark of the neurotic that he is possessed by his fantasy
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"Good afternoon slackers. What are you guys doing out here?"
"What do you care?"
"I don't. Tell me anyways."
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The poet is in command of his fantasy, while it is exactly the mark of the neurotic that he is possessed by his fantasy
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