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It is about someone special to you dieing in your arms. |
| This life of mine she said Was too esoteric for my ears I have flown with the butterflies, And still will never understand the mind. Under Saturn’s rings she thought About the vertical sunset lines, How it mixes with the evil sky’s rays Making this picture horizontally radiant. With tears she barely cried for her father All the Earthly pain inside her faith. She let her spirit be release to the warmth To not be tame by Nature’s mother. In my arms she stained my clothes With her liquid constructed screams. Trying not to slip from the dream With her last breath to me she tells. Always follow the butterflies’ wings. They’ll never guide you down bad paths. Always watch the golden circle sun When it doesn’t make anymore rays run That is when I stop watching you. |