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a muse meant for two was just amusement for you
right is wrong wrong is right lovers touching in the night but still a life of art and laughter was too much trouble going after
butterfly returns to cocoon leaves behind love’s dreamlit flight but somehow now the gilded saddle doesn’t seem to fit quite right
the cocoon is peaceful, secure and quiet no place to have a passion riot butterfly's cocoon’s a womb safety’s treasure, adventure’s doom
fire sleeps and won’t awaken love retires no chances taken
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