It is the ripped pages of all my rhyme
the chalk of every butterfly
we watch the red sun dive
and blackout on the time
The crack my voice
Arouse them fly
and open wings
like butterfly
But sing the night
a silent I
onto the moon
my singing rhyme
And them make love
a cricket song
softly and truly
a patient long
tiger's eye
Na scale the seas
for that kind of rum
ask lady luck
for iron thumb
just the moon and you
forever one
A lonely tune
a butterfly
I watch the moon
and cry.
If we could dive
along with sun
we dip our hearts
in golden waves
and hard our souls
to amber days
the memories.
And on the streets
the butterflies melt their golden wings
down my cheek
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