I complain and whine and cry
And you stare at my bad side
I hate everything about me
You keep staring at the same side
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Going back a million and two footsteps
I’ll take you to that moment
The time we spent our days on swings
And dreamt of flapping our wings
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Like the gentle touch of a butterfly
On the petal of a flower
You touch lives in a special way
Leaving a smile we’ll always remember
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Cartons are here
Time to pack
Sort and Throw
Keep or Sell
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