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When conversation's lost the sentiment of
Butterflies, exciting sparks, discovery,
Get lost.
Months and years get thrown aside too quickly.
Heard all the stories. Butterflies tired of fluttering.
Hold on tightly.
Not all your bridges have been crossed.
Take a breath walk one more.
Falling stars surround
And grant their wishes to the eye's that keep on looking for them,
Holding faith and dream and dream of gold.
Not all the bridges have been crossed
Come with me walk one more.
