| When we were innocent and young
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| Before our song had yet been sung
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| The music started and our new born hearts got lost in this way
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| So we sang out as if we knew
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| To stop the world and melt with you
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| Was going to be the end of both of us some unhappy day
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| The love we knew was true, it did not die
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| It only grew into a butterfly
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| So let it fly
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| Into the summer sky
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| We took the treasure that we found
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| And drove it deep into the ground
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| To mark the loss we made across there out of two sticks and string
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| And as we dreamed in different beds
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| Without the soil over our heads
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| Without a single clue to what the light of morning might bring
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| The love we knew was true, it did not die
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| It only grew into a butterfly
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| So let it fly
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| Into the summer sky
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| Into the summer sky
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| Oh, oh oh
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| Ohhhhh
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| Ohhhhh
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| Ohh, ohh
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| The place we chose to lay our tomb
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| Was not a grave but a cocoon
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| We filled the years with hopeful tears
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| Until we could sing our song once more
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| And so the creature we became
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| With colored wings as bright as flame
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| Is more amazingly alive now than we ever were before
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| The love we knew was true, it did not die
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| It only grew into a butterfly
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| So let it fly
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| Into the summer sky
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| Into the summer sky
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| Ohh, ohh
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| Into the summer sky
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| Ahh, ahhhhh |