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Hello weak butterfly in my arms |
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You traveled so far to die in my arms |
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School's out today, and the spring air is still |
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You move like a riverboat through the thick, brushy hills |
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Timed like a lung |
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You expand |
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You deflate |
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In the hot night |
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Crows fight beetles in the firelight |
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Hello weak waterfall in my arms |
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You traveled so long to die in my arms |
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You land in the river |
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But the river is a river |
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No more like an overturned ferry |
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You sink to the floor |
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You're an apple in the weeds |
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You're a glowing green eye |
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School's out today, and the fires won't go out |
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I'd love to come over, but the wind's blowing south |
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But while we've been sleeping, the bushes are burning |
