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That you smiled at me,
Then twice... your eyes...
And my heart was at sea...
for a third,
But I was lost,
Pulling on threads..
Cupid, retired to sleep...
And alas a love, that was never mine to keep...
And I will love you.. no more, no less..
Till the butterflies we made,
Till they come back home, back home to nest...
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