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                                    Butterflies, butterflies.

                               In my stomach, they dwell.

                                They don't make me feel well.

                          This happens every time it's true.

                            I meet somebody new.

              I'm like a little boy playing with his toys.

    I ask her out.  She says yes.  

It makes me want to scream and shout.

                         There's this feeling of not knowing,

                                  where we're going.

       Where this great river of love is flowing.

                          It's exciting.  It's delighting.