Are you my butterfly?

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My butterfly is no longer mine, 
I wonder if she ever really was; 
When she alights on my shoulder 
I know she wants me to hold her - 
Flies off and she's mine no longer. 

My butterfly so frail and fine, 
I wonder if I was ever hers; 
When she returns to kiss me again 
I know she's more than just a friend - 
Flies off and gone forever more. 

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