...Just go away..
Let me find a way..
When the skies become gray ..
Then I will give you my yea..
..
Oh,look there..
Why you do not care? ..
There is a butterfly in the air..
Sit on the chair..
And let her flare..
She will give you your share..
And spread her magic in every where ..
...
Now you care ..
Swear ..
You will never let her hurt ..
Even if you know her lair ..
She is rare..
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