When the butterflies fly
towards the deep blue sky
I feel so high
with your hand in mine.

I look in your eyes
and see the sun rise
my heart cries
my mouth sighs.

Oh, I feel at ease
with you and the summer breeze.
Now, I seize
what's left of these days.

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