Butterfly on my mind,
And a song on my lips.
When I ran into the wild
And felt spray of the seas.
Never saw the violence of
Setting sun.
Struggling to keep itself alive
As the night moved in its wake.
And the stars were never brighter
Their reflection in firelies
In the wisps of salt laden air
Washed ashore at midnight.
The morning never glorious,
Had crept alongside,
Oranges and a twinge of blue sadness.
So life goes on,
So life changes.
And turns and twists,
and settles on the glass of my window.
At one look it can be a stain,
Or maybe a butterfly on my mind.
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