'Of a butterfly'

	     	                      





			A whore, adored, drifting away.

			Erotic dreams is no pleasure if you sleep,

			unbound.

			

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			We softly fake the world,

			moved by breath.

			Blinded by the sun,

			are you well entertained?



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			(ref)

			She sweetly rape my world, allerge all ethics new.

			Can't wash away what's pure, won't let my youth adhere.

	



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			First floor, I'm in the core of myself.

			A view, through the eyes of a butterfly.

			



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			We softly fake the world,

			touched by breath.

			Blinded by the sun,

			are you well entertained?



					-



			(ref)

			She sweetly rape my world, allerge all ethics new.

			Can't wash away what's pure, won't let my youth adhere.

			I see you through the eyes of a butterfly.

			She sweetly rape my world, allerge all ethics new.

			Can't wash away what's pure, won't let my youth adhere.









		         Written by: Øivin Kornelius Hanssen, Crescent

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