• dear butterfly...
    on your wings i fly...
    down the river...
    as the people die...
    water painted red...
    skin a pale white...
    they no longer interrupt...
    our gory flight...
    the color of your wings...
    match the sky so blue...
    they hide us from the ages...
    that are chaseing me and you...
    hear me now dear butterfly...
    as the wolrd meets its end...
    i am yours as you are mine...
    goodbye my dear old friend...