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Butterfly Boucher Flutterby

The tree That wanted to be A beautiful book It would die If that's what it took...aahhh The sand That went to see So much more Help the blind Find what

We hide behind the hills We walk through tunnelled fields And no-one sees us holding hands Love Don't point Don't scare it Oh Love Don't point don't

Which came first The love or the love song? Which is more important In the long run? Do you really want to talk about it?! Take if to the back verada

This could be so fun I might just like it I might just love it I might get busy I might get lonely I just don't know yet Can't wait to find out This

And it's open For distraction You found all the words you need Well I found nothing I just grumble 'cause I don't know what I feel The moral to the story

I must have left it on the table Of the chair Not sure I didn't feel it it was painless Oh dear I guess I'm just a little careless! I'll confess When

How far How far Do you run to catch it? How long How long Do you wait to find it? Now Can you see the lights? Can you hear the noise? Well help is

All the things I want to say but I can't All the things I want to do but I won't Hold me tight Not too tight I'm in knots and you tie me in bows I feel

There is Something exciting about leaving everything behind There is something Deep and pulling leaving everything behind Something about having everthing