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Black All butterflies are out, Clouds fly, huggin

Black 
All butterflies are out,
Clouds fly, hugging rainfalls.
We were twice this way,
One time and then again.
You thought I loved to sizzle,
But today you are mine.
And as the dawn turns redder
My heart is sure and full.
You deserve every rose alive.

©indefinite_mirage
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