I see a beautiful woman
in the form of a butterfly
a movement like no other
a poem to remember
you are but a pawn
until you are free
to sing for me
until you die

so live, rise, and rise again
move, move, and move again

like a meandering river
without a glacier
.  . . in a nutshell of paradise
forever live, forever see
this new life, on a platter
take it or leave it
disturb it or forget it
until you hear the conquerers
coming home.


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