Too late
Pati Yang
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pink butterfly
lost her fingertips
would you help her searching
we live only three days
and i am just about to loose my wings
help...
your eyes follow me
your shade spys me
i won't let you make love to me
ever again
'cause it hurts too much
and looking deeply into your eyes
i cruelly say
that i would rather be a butterfly
than one who lets your hand
touch one's neck
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