restricted access The Kiss
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9 The Kiss I am an old butterfly I have lived, seen, thought and grown Much love I have felt But today, of hope I am forlorn For the dirty Ferryman Rises to kiss me Could it be a fresh endeavour? Would you write me in history? I see tarnished souls Sentenced to an eternity in hell Vanished from the skies To the now forgotten chapel My wings fall to the ark Tasks undone must end that way... Perhaps my time is all too brief!!! “Do not lengthen it”, the angels say I am a butterfly...In crimson I lay I am a butterfly...I am old of day ...