I have nothing to show you
This is mine, as such
I have nothing and seeing
This you are smiling.
I am painting a butterfly,
The butterfly is yours.
I am falling to the ground,
The ground is yours.
I have nothing, not even
This life and seeing
This you are smiling.
You are smiling and
I am crying, I know though
Crying has no meaning.
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