she and the butterflies in the field
in the field, there's a tree
walk away, you'll be free
i see butterflies over there
for them i pluck flowers with my hands bare,
there's something missing, what's that?
oh! i forgot to say, i've a cat,
but she ran behind the butterflies
i promise, i saw that thrice
And
there's the girl standing under the mistletoe,
umm i blushed and said hello!
she's the one i loved the most,
she's the reason behind the poems i wrote,
at the end i'm Jack and she's Rose.
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