The Methamorphosis

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I was the ant bed
A while begging tomeguin
                                     a trill out of the wings
The passage of a lightning
You step on the frost

Today I am a butterfly
                                putting the soul into every minute of your flight
The trills storming storms in galaxies without names
The War of the willows capturing little birds
                               Your fingers stay in their offspring.
A flash of albacore roll up your bones
Frost eternally shining for you
I was the ant bed
A while begging tomeguin
                                     a trill out of the wings
The passage of a lightning
You step on the frost

Today I am a butterfly
                                putting the soul into every minute of your flight
The trills storming storms in galaxies without names
The War of the willows capturing little birds
                               Your fingers stay in their offspring.
A flash of albacore roll up your bones
Frost eternally shining for you
I was the ant bed
A while begging tomeguin
                                     a trill out of the wings
The passage of a lightning
You step on the frost

Today I am a butterfly
                                putting the soul into every minute of your flight
The trills storming storms in galaxies without names
The War of the willows capturing little birds
                               Your fingers stay in their offspring.
A flash of albacore roll up your bones
Frost eternally shining for you
The trills storming storms in galaxies without names
The War of the willows capturing little birds
                               Your fingers stay in their offspring.
A flash of albacore roll up your bones
Frost eternally shining for you

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