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She wears her angelic disguise
and surrounded by purple butterflies.
She walks with a bouquet of roses
and a bundle of hugs and kisses.
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Back when we were young,
On our mother’s side we clung
Afraid and shy to the world
And never uttered a word
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Nobody else owns my heart but you,
Coz we’re like a single soul split in two.
I don’t know if you feel the same way too,
But for sure, I know that I love you…
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Why when the world's so wide,
It only feels like heaven by your side?
Oh! how I wish that you knew,
about these feelings I have for you.
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Oft it seemed I had been in the realm of wonder.
Wondering why I fell in love with a king’s daughter.
Surely her beauty couldn’t be matched by any jewel
that any mortal man possess, not even the Silmaril.
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There she was dancing,
On a field of lavender blossoms.
Her ebony hair swaying,
Like the falling leaves of autumn.
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From a distance I saw her again
Her long silky hair floating in the wind
She seemed to be sad and crying,
as she stood gazing at the marble pavement.
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Black grows the lily and gray grows the rose,
Your soul would regret the path you chose.
You had given up your halo and shed your wings,
So that you may enjoy all those mortal things.
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The written things are unseen,
in the eyes of unworthy beings.
The songs forever echoed soundlessly
in the forbidden Halls of Secrecy.
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My world crumbles when you walked away.
I just can’t understand that it must be that way,
Why do you have to leave right at the moment
When I was seeking your warm confinement?
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I can hear the night's voice whisper into my ear,
Like I never heard it before for decades of years.
Then I know I shall forever live to tell the tale,
The tale of a dying heart and an ocean-born farewell.
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Purple Roses And Butterflies

She wears her angelic disguise
and surrounded by purple butterflies.
She walks with a bouquet of roses
and a bundle of hugs and kisses.

Now, slowly she strides along the path;
nervous just like solving her math.
She’s ready to meet her destiny,
to spend her future life with me.

Slowly there the butterflies flutter
and the purple roses smells sweeter.
As her purple gown trails down the aisle,
It seems like a hundred mile.

My heart sings and rejoices,
as she offers her trembling hand
whispers to my ear, her sweet voice
as in front of the altar we stand.

Purple roses…
Purple butterflies…
As we make our final solemn vow,
To love each other; then and now…

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