Is it possible I just saw
Sitting here outside
A butterfly in December
Which had been a blizzard once
Up there in the north what's left
Of some great disaster
If you believe love is
In everything we see
Don't you go a little crazy
I mean it's so transparent
It looks like nothing's there
Air and light we see through
But the butterfly comes home to roost
And the disaster cries and cries for you
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