Too Late

Too Late

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That white beautiful butterfly 

Which pleased my eyes,

And touched my heart 

Makes me feel confused 

Should I catch it or not? 


Now she flew away 

I would have caught her 

Before she flew away 

But, she is gone 

Gone out of my hand 

Gone out of my mind 

Gone out of my life 

But, not from the small corner of my heart...


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