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I don't want you to be
my butterfly anymore,
as butterfly die's
in a short time.

I don't want you to be
my moon anymore,
as moon are too far
to reach and hard to
approach.

I don't want you to be
my exquisite bouquet
anymore, as it's
petals are palatalized.

My only want is to be
with you my love

To be my paradise
where I can live
peacefully and eternally.

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