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Butterflies I like

We walked to the top of the hill and back.
Hand in hand, this was new.
Neither of us knew what to do.
That's when I got them butterflies.

My mommy would've killed me if she knew.
And that gave me butterflies too,
but not like the ones I get when I'm with you.

Today we walked to the top of the hill, again.
I tell you, it's a walk that never gets old.
We could walk a thousand miles-
I still get them butterflies,
the kind I like.

This may be nothing more than teenage love,
but it's something I'll never forget of.
Because even the simple thought of you gives me them butterflies.
The butterflies I like.




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