I Flew by as a Butterfly

I flew by as a butterfly,
and I have mistaken you for a beautiful flower.
Enamored with the scent so sweet,
and for the time being I am your admirer;

But time passes, and love moves on.
Festering feelings in ancient song;

First I shall forget your voice,
Second I should forget your name,
Third I will forget your face...

Your memory forever maimed.



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