A candil burns in my room,
And a butterfly on the wall.
It waits until the night die down;
The butterfly on the wall.
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Butterfly
A candil burns in my room,
And a butterfly on the wall.
It waits until the night die down;
The butterfly on the wall.
It is a suspicion from shadow,
How many colors I saw,
It's me, it's me I know,
That butterfly on the wall.