The dew clung to your body
The moon shone bright that night
You wrapped yourself around me
And said, "Don't go home tonight"
We made love in broken flowers
Your back on the cold ground
Low and murky whispers
Breaking silence with our sound
But promises made in passion
Are promises made to be broken
We couldn't see we were lying
Clouded by emotion
Bittersweet memories of you
Came crashing back to me
Like butterflies behind windows
I had set them free
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