Take parts from mine,
repair your damaged heart.
My heart was your all,
but now depleted, it's become no more.
With nothing left, forget what I gave.
See my heart's frivolity.
I forgive you.
A cocoon holding you back,
that's all I'm noticed as being.
So break free,
beautiful butterfly.
Fly, fly, far away.
with what I've given,
fly into the sky, high above me.
No matter what they say,
Don't
come
down.
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