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As he snatched your soul away, I was certain you see— That this heart would fade away; For it was left in that small bag carried As you traveled down that path; Day broke And the night seeped through its cracks. As he disappeared, I was assured that we would meet again— To dance gaily on a plain of butterflies Never to be heard from ever again. |