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Is but a fleeting thing,
A butterfly with poisoned wings. It's not for mortal men to have. Not even when they sing. A formless shape that conquers you A shadow in the light. It's nothing but a beat of heart Beautiful when new. She's filled with doubts And pain, and sorrow. She lies thru gritted teeth She promises tomorrow She lies But that's not new.
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