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The broken wings of a butterfly,
that is what caught my eye,
disenchanted without a kiss,
I still deserve to die,

How did I forget to remember,
everything and what happened December,
our little world disrupted,
this is cause to dismember,

Now I deserve to die,
stick a needle in my eye,
'til right before I forget what's happened,
then I begin to choke and cry,

You used to know a peaceful bliss,
disenchanted without even a kiss,
some people don't forget to remember,
I know I deserve this