Butterflies fly
Making me shiver
Inside and out
I'm all a quiver
Winter turned warm
Summer turned colder
Old ones seem young
Young ones seem older
Suddenly I've
Lost words to tell her
Words I knew all
Before I saw her
Even at night
I hear her calling
Butterflies fly
Though snow is falling
Strong as an ox
Yet strangly tender
Carressing thought
Arms to defend her
All day my heart's
Lifted up high
When I see her
Butterflies fly
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