He was sick, he was full of pain
Everything he had was summer rain
He had dreams, he wanted to fly
Just to touch the clouds dancing in the sky
***
Do you see his face full of emptiness?
Do you see his eyes full of bright night stars?
He was made of wind, he just had a dream
He wanted to fly, be the butterfly
Do you see my butterflies flying down & up the skies?
He was sick, he was full of love
She was cold but it’s not enough
She was wild
Like a wooden flower
If you want to taste her
You must be the butterfly
***
Do you see his face full of emptiness?
Do you see his eyes full of bright night stars?
He was made of wind, he just had a dream
He wanted to fly, be the butterfly
Do you see my butterflies flying down & up the skies?
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