Butterflys

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Butterflys in my stomach
The empty but sick feeling
They always come get, the nervous one
They shake you with there falpping wings and you want to scream
They even wake us up to there flipping legs
They rub against are tummies and make us ache
But in thee end you turn out just to be a feeling
Why butterflys, why do you haunt us Then not be there in thee end





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