butterflies

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your hair is golden
and your eyes hold fire
the way you say my name haunts me
as does your smile

imagine feeling butterflies
for someone you hardly know
then never seeing them again
it becomes a hurt you've never felt before

i'll probably search forever
but that's okay
i'll do whatever
to find and make you stay

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