Friday, May 6, 2011

I'm sure we can fly, on my love


'After an endless dream, in this miserable world
That's right, maybe not using common sense isn't so bad after all
Even with these awkward wings, dyed with images that seem to stay
I'm sure we can fly, on my love'
-Butterfly-
Remembering childhood times is sure fun, now I understand why an adult likes to sit there and recall his past.

 

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