I went in one ear and fell out the other,
Moths are male butterflies,
Our eyes our burning,
Lets our fears fly in open blue skies,
Roses complete the scenery,
On a rendered sky,
The fire burns as we walk through,
Moths are male butterflies
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Butterflies and roses, moths and lights. A beautiful poem.10.