When I close my eyes I see her
walking through the streets to meet me
floating past the windows on her way
They shine with her reflection
There was a time
Feeling much to sure
of what this life was bringing
and though I didn't mind
I couldn't understand
a word the birds were singing
But when I hold her hand it's all right
Loneliness is just a word
I heard somebody whisper long ago
Must have been someone I knew
I do believe
that if you try to hold
a butterfly you'll break it
and though there's no reprieve
she can pass her sentence
I will gladly take it
I do believe
that if you try to hold
a butterfly you'll break it
and though there's no reprieve
she can pass her sentence
I will gladly take it
Though I'm no exeption to the rule
I know I'll always be her April fool
Know I'll always be her April fool
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