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the butterflies flew away

the beautiful sunshine was gone

and all that was left

was the ashes of the beautiful painting 

i had of you

i turned my back and let it all burn

my eyes close and i let out a sigh 

for my heart that didn't do anything but churn

could sleep the night

without the hurt it had to through

after every fight

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