Butter Sun
I feel like flying
I could get so high
If i, could go flying,
I'd wave, to the stars goodbye
I feel like flying
Through, the clouds i want to run
Through, the soft damp summer sky
And past, the butter sun
If you, came flying
We'd fly, as if from a gun
We'd shine, like the deep blue sea
And like, the butter sun
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