Paper Cuts Paper Butterflies

Sun rise let it.

Can't do anything about it.

But you knew I would never,

Over these subtle cries, ever admit it.

Love dies deader,

Deader than ever I could ever,

As soon as I, story teller,

Telling the stories about the ways I die.

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