Butterfly
A butterfly flapped its wings in Italy
To taste a sweeter flower
It fought the wind that guided it
Only to find its nectar sour
I wanted to dance with my lover
and so I waited and waited for a better song
But a butterfly flapped its wings in Italy
And now my lovers gone
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