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By ~*Truelies*~ Date: 2001 Jul 11 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.11.05.54.26799]] |
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As a child I loved to chase butterflies, Until I held them in my hand, Then the excitement would be gone for me; So I set them free. I chase men in just the same manner, And once they're in my reach I get bored and move on; One day suddenly I'm gone. But with you the game is never won, You always just slip through my fingers, And you're the butterfly I could never catch; You're my perfect match. |