It is strange this light I use to read by
butterflies and months
I can not hear the bat it can't read my lips
the way you do.
It is strange this light I use to see you by
lost for years
the net I used was full of holes
no butterfly or moths
got caught
I can see the light shine down its red
the moon is full.
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