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I can't imagine
what dies
in your mind?
I gotta
one wing
butterfly
sitting
on my shoulder
whispering
blue tears
that turn to snow
when kissed
I can't imagine
what dies
in your mind?
don't think
you know mine.
for yourself
not for the writer
I can't imagine
what dies
in your mind?
I gotta
one wing
butterfly
sitting
on my shoulder
whispering
blue tears
that turn to snow
when kissed
I can't imagine
what dies
in your mind?
don't think
you know mine.
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