At this forsaken night I ponder
A whiskey on one hand and a cigarette on the other
If I would ever see that butterfly again
The one that flaps its wings in the rain
A knock on the door is what I'm waiting for
I just wish it is the open sea when I turn the knob
The deep blue water is always to die for
But it is always the beach that we receive
If only the ink would dry out in the winter
It will go beyond believe to its highland
Just like they say, there's a rainbow after the rain
And I would say "I've never seen the end"
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