The coquette that is my butterfly;
With wings of bronze and black,
She fluttered high into the clouds
With no point of coming back.
High and far did she fly
Into the great blue abyss;
I wonder if you wonder
That you are being missed?
I hope you hear this loudly
In the blissful Summer Sky
I love you, my sweet
For you were the coquette that is my butterfly.
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