my excuse is lame,
my fame is ill.
but all the same
i’m not to blame
that i must kill -
for i’m a flame.
i moan and cry
that you should die
can you explain,
oh butterfly,
so pure and plain,
why love lies slain ?
neither can i …
(на стихотворение Северной "A Butterfly and A Flame")
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