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Butterfly & Bee
He offered imperfection
And said it was for free
I settled for deception
Knew he wouldn’t see
He could have if he wanted
But his eyes were just for me
I found it quite confronting
Yet chose not to break free
Then he went and spoiled it
I wished he’d let me be
But he was such an idiot
And worried that I’d flee
He makes pretty music
Lives in big old tree
Thinks I maybe magic
I butterfly - him bee
And said it was for free
I settled for deception
Knew he wouldn’t see
He could have if he wanted
But his eyes were just for me
I found it quite confronting
Yet chose not to break free
Then he went and spoiled it
I wished he’d let me be
But he was such an idiot
And worried that I’d flee
He makes pretty music
Lives in big old tree
Thinks I maybe magic
I butterfly - him bee
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