(A lone voice whispers, crying into a silent night as a white candle burns)
I still miss you like seeing a yellow butterfly in the rain
This new pain may be indescribable, but to me, it's palatable
For without this indescribable pain
In time,
I'm afraid
I'll slowly forget losing you
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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