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I’ve met a butterfly on my way
Last week-end, was on a trip
Did I find it, did it find me

Tho I’ve been a part,
a half of it
Sure they were billions,
inside of me

Young and old in the same breath
Was beautiful and oh, so rare
Young and old in the same breath
Made of soft, of sweet and tenderness

I was a wing, she was a wing
Our lips, our kisses, were made of silk
That is how we flied

Light and carefree,
In a clear night sky,
That’s how it died

Beautiful and rare,
and already dead.
Sweet, soft and tender,
and dead forever.

As if the world was a lone flower
Born friday, never have seen monday
Young and old in the same breath

Tom Forest

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