there's a silver bike you know that I like 'cause I ride it on home to you there's a wind in the air just as smooth as your hair and I'm comming on home to you playing butterflies playing butterflies playing butterflies with you as the sun and the moon take the turns over june please don't leave me to soon in bloom it's the story of us and I feel that i must get it out of my system 'cause you're gone playing butterflies playing butterflies playing butterflies with you
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