A library which holds
History of long ago
Of a child's memory
How far back does it go
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You visited me last night
A younger version of yourself
Those memories lost long ago
Of a woman I use to know
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I was visiting her today
When just as I was leaving
A huge butterfly circled me
Catching my attention
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The World became small
On this beautiful morning
A soul began to rise
Gathering his feathers
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I know I hurt you
I know I couldn't let you in
I know I blamed you
For not wanting us to end
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So I've been told
That my life is dark
Filled with holes
Not so nice or polite
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How can we keep
From becoming empty
In a life we believed
Was perfect
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I wonder why you did it
Should I have known
What demons existed
Such power in its song
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As we stood outside
In the open plains
Of the Wyoming lands
You took flight
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