How many times a butterfly blink,
before it learns to fly?
The sky is sprinkled over with countless stars,
But how many there will remain?
Even as I fly, you fall,
So close I can hear you breathe,
So sorry I didn't keep hold of you...
You don't know why I had to leave you,
How could I ignore you every cry,
All the while the downpour of your tears shattering the ground,
So clearly pierced my heart,
You don't know why I had to keep away,
Circling in the sky above, just out of sight,
So many are...the things you never knew...
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