i almost wish
we were butterflies
and liv'd but three summer days— three such days with you
i could fill with more delight
than fifty common years
could ever contain
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Poetryi don't say a lot of stuff, but when i do it's sad random stuff i write + poems + songs 01/05/20
butterflies
i almost wish
we were butterflies
and liv'd but three summer days— three such days with you
i could fill with more delight
than fifty common years
could ever contain