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The rapture of a butterfly

Chorus
Couldn't believe in fantasy
as childhood stories cannot hurt
once inside the faery world
my old beliefs have died

I saw them fly under a night sky
hypnotic dance of these lights which rove and hide throughout the trees
whispering songs in the cold breeze
their charming tunes, something strange I feel and fear and try to fight

All that I had heard
by the fire those days when I was a child
became true and so real, so cruel and terrifying...

I heard them jeer in their own speech.
Treacherous words of these lights which sing and scoff confusing me.
whispering lies in the cold breeze
this spooky place really makes me fear the dream of butterflies

All that I had heard
by the fire those days when I was a child
became true and so real, so cruel and terrifying...

Chorus
(Solos)
Chorus

All that I've known is behind me.
My memories start to thin in the mist of the times that I've behold.
All that I've learnt is forgotten.
I've crossed the line and there's nothing I can do to return

All that I had heard
by the fire those days when I was a child
became true and so real, so cruel and terrifying...

Chorus

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