Was it myself I saw in you,
so despairing,
like a butterfly in a Chinese lampshade,
trying to reach out, trying to be light,
but burn up inside instead,
was it me, myself, I saw in you?
GC
Butterfly
Was it myself I saw in you,
so despairing,
like a butterfly in a Chinese lampshade,
trying to reach out, trying to be light,
but burn up inside instead,
was it me, myself, I saw in you?
GC
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