Push the darkness asideThe weeping willow sits in the nightCan you hear its cryAs a broken winged butterfly searches for solace in its leavesA path is still lit up with moonbeamsI see we aren't made for each other after allHe never heard me callhe wouldnt still be with herhe would be serious with me..
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