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Lame Butterfly

LAME BUTTERFLY
I look through the dark where the rockets are soaring,
and go through another bleak Fourth of July,
remembering summer and when it was raining
forgetting you is a lame butterfly.

I do not feel cold, nor a warm wind, if blowing,
I've emptied my mind to that Fourth of July;
flamingos are dancing sky rockets are bursting,
when I forget you, I remember why.

I look to the heavens where your face is smiling,
ten thousands of sparkles have lighted the sky,
I feel the percussion reminding me never.
Forgetting you is to make love a lie.

The more I forget you the more I remember
sweet smelling rain on the Fourth of July.
There's got to be somewhere I will not give in to
forgetting you. It's a lame butterfly.

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