| It started out with butterflies
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| On a velvet afternoon
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| With flashing eyes and promises
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| Caught and held too soon
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| In a place called Ixea
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| With it’s pumpkin oval moon
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| It started out so nice
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| Genji taught Orion
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| Sea-purple harmony
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| While Kogi hit secrets into seashells
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| And even the ocean laughed
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| Beneath that celestial canopy
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| Cuz it started out so nice
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| With the dust of stars they intermingled
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| Durock of Avon would only jingle
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| Marble money tunes
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| As pale earthly circles swooned
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| Volume left Bohemia, a triangle for his thumb
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| Questions fell but no one stopped to listen
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| That eternity was just a dawn away
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| And the rest was sure to come
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| Leaves, caught in winter’s ice
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| Abandoned circus grounds of flower captains
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| Prisms in a palm one way it happens
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| The air was silver calm
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| The softly met were slowly moving on
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| Then all things in common suddenly grew strange
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| Now the Wurs were chasing other rainbows
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| Trying to find where the wind blows
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| To empty corners past dusty memories
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| Now in the third millennium the crowded madness came
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| Crooked shadows roamed through the nights
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| The wizards overplayed their names
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| And after that the Wurs never bothered to have
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| Summer reasons… again
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| But it started out so nice
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| It started out so nice
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| We started out so nice |